Page 4 of Wicked Oath

“I’ll drive,” he says, taking the keys for the truck out of my hand.

“I want everyone to stay close and listen for me. We are transporting a lot of shit right now, so we need to stay vigilant,” I say. “Don’t fuck up and we will all have a good night.”

“Got it, boss.” Torch says.

I get into the truck and just lay my head back. Viper doesn’t say anything because he knows better. I have no interest in opening up about my past. No one cared when I was getting hurt, and no one is going to care now. Why would they? What fucking good does it do to drag all of that up?

About forty-five minutes into our hour long drive, my phone rings for a text. I ignore it, but another comes in right behind it. I sigh and get it out to see who it is. I am blown away to see that Logan is texting me. I am raging mad when I unlock my screen, but then I just get confused.

Logan

It’s a trap. Logan is a rat. -D

Don’t reply.

“Stop,” I say.

“What?” Viper asks. “We are almost there.”

“Viper. Stop the fucking truck,” I shout at him.

“Alright. Alright. Damn, Hawk,” he mutters as he pulls off into an empty lot. I get out and everyone else stops with us.

“Why did we stop?” Torch asks. “Everything okay?”

“No,” I say.

“What’s going on?” Viper asks. I hand my phone to him, and he looks confused. “Why would he send this to you? Who’s a rat?”

“I don’t think it’s him. I think it’s his old lady,” I say. “Her name is Delaney.”

“Think she’s trying to warn you? Anything happen with Logan?” Knox asks.

“I own thirty percent of my father’s company. When he died, I was actually given all of it, but they managed to weasel their way in and take most of it. Now they are trying to take the rest of it, but… Aw damn,” I say. “I threatened to take him to court and take the rest of the company from him.”

“He’s setting you up? How would he have any of that information?” Viper asks.

“I don’t know,” I say. “How about this… Torch… Knox… Viper and I will take your bikes; you guys take the truck back. Don’t take it to the warehouse and don’t tell me where you take it.Torch is the only other one who should know. We’ll meet with Viktor. We will be fine as long as nothing is exchanged, and I don’t mention having an order for them.”

“Gotcha. Take care of yourself,” Torch says.

They all load up and leave, taking the truck with them. I stand and watch the taillight fade away. “What are you thinking?” Viper asks.

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

“Come on, man. I’ve known you since you escaped that hell. Why can’t you—“

“I said let’s go,” I bark at him. “Or go the fuck back to the clubhouse and I’ll handle it alone.”

“Bastard,” he mutters as he gets on the bike. Instead of getting even more pissed off at him, I just get on the bike and tear out of the lot to continue to the meetup.

It’s not a long ride, but I enjoy every fucking second of it. Being able to ride with the wind whipping around me is freeing. I can escape my mind when I am on a bike. I got the love of motorcycles from my dad… fuck, I miss him. I was so young when he passed, but I cherish every fucking memory I have with him. He didn’t deserve to die like that.

Cheryl was a fucking gold digger that wore my father down until he had nothing left to give. She was abusive and manipulative until his very last day. Her story is that he attacked her, and sheshot him out of self-defense, but I know better. I know how bad she was to him. No one would ever believe that a man could be the victim of a woman, so he had no one to help him. He was a prisoner in his own home. I remember the day he died. They had been fighting all day and since I was old enough to walk down to the library alone at eleven, Dad sent me away so I could get away from the yelling for a while. Before I left, he hugged me and told me that he loved me, and he always would. I think he knew what was coming and didn’t want me caught up in it. He was protecting me, but I wish I’d died that day too. About two hours later, cops showed up to get me and said Cheryl needed me home. I thought she was just being a cunt, but I walked into the house with the cop to see the medical examiner and a tech loading my father’s dead body onto a gurney. The entire right side of his face was gone, and it broke me. I am positive that Cheryl somehow put them up to allowing me to see his body.

Cheryl married Vince three months later, and that’s when Vince and Logan moved in. That stupid little fucker lived to get me in trouble every chance he got. I stayed locked away with no food far too many times. Why I think Cheryl would ever change is beyond me. I fell for it this time, but there won’t be a next time. Logan finally took shit too far. Question is… How do I get my revenge? I can’t kill him, unfortunately. They would be fucking giddy to throw my ass in jail.

“What’s the plan?” Viper asks as he gets off the bikes and walks toward the bay door.

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