Page 11 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

While I hadn’t seen him do it, Prez must have sent a general all-hands-on-deck call out text, considering the amount of bikes already parked up as we arrive, with only a few stragglers following us in.

“Church!” Lost yells as he enters the clubroom and doesn’t break step as he marches straight across. Once in the meeting room, he barely waits until asses are on seats before commencing his one chilling announcement. “Niran’s missing. Either the Crazy Wolves have him, or he’s already been taken out.”

A stunned silence greets his words before everyone starts talking at once.

“The fuck you talking about?” Blaze roars.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding,” Kink shouts.

And a more to the point, “What we fuckin’ sitting around here for?” comes from Dusty. “Why aren’t we out getting his ass back home?”

Lost bangs the gavel, loudly and repeatedly a few times. “Kid’s dead.” This time deathly quiet descends allowing Prez to continue, “Way we read it is Crazy Wolves came to our fuckin’ territory, killed Kid, then took Niran and Saffie. They’ve got the use of a private plane, so by now, they’ll be back in their lair.”

“Prez, we’ve got more problems.” Token’s voice sounds loud, for him. He breaks off from rapidly tapping at his laptop and looks up with an expression of horror on his face. “Stormy’s just informed me the Crazy Wolves are into that white supremacy shit. They ain’t going to treat Niran kindly.”

I glance at the VP, then at Salem, and judge they’re thinking the same way as me. This isn’t going to be a rescue mission, it’s more likely we’ll be retrieving a corpse.

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