Page 6 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

“Cree’s still working on it, but you know it won’t take him long. Be prepared to head out tonight,” King says.

“Gladly!” I turn without another word and leave the room. I don't stop even though a couple members try to get my attention. I don't have time for this. I’ve waited too long to get my hands on this piece of shit and I'm not stopping now.

Once outside, I throw my leg over my hog and head for home. What I want and need for this job isn’t kept in the clubhouse. We never know when the cops will do a raid. After a forty-minute ride, I pull up in front of the house, where we can have our downtime and shift. It's also where our armory is.

Parking my hog in front of the main house, a ranch-style, stucco house that fits in the Tucson mountains. The main house is for the six officers. Perks of being the founders of the club. The rest of the club stays in the bunkhouses scattered around the mountainside.

I dismount and head straight for the armory. Walking in, it looks like a normal bachelor pad. Big screen TV with several couches and comfortable chairs. Heading over to the basement door I descend the steps like a man on a mission, because I am. Still looks relatively normal down here. There are boxes stacked on one side, a weight bench, and other exercise equipment in one corner. Looks can be deceiving, though. I walk over to one wall and move aside an old map. I put my hand on the scanner, and smile as the armory door opens. This is my happy place!

As I walk around, I consider all the weapons. It would be much easier if I knew where I was going. Do I have to make this a silent job? Can I just bloody his face until he passes out and I can bring him to the boys?

My phone chirps and I pull it from my pocket hoping this is the message I've been waiting for. And thank the gods it is!

Cree: 3000 Industrial Parkway

Cree: He’s expected to arrive in two hours. Get ready.

Jax: Seriously? He’s gonna be that fucking close?

Cree: Yeah. Don’t fuck it up. If we lose him, he’ll probably go underground and who knows how far we’ll have to travel to get him.

Jax: On it. I’m not letting this fucker get away.

The fucker is not only coming into our territory, he’s going tomyfight club. At least now I can make a plan for how to get him out of there. Max doesn’t mess around with “outside activities” spilling into his warehouse. I’m going to have to be careful. Bide my time.

I grab a bag and load it down with everything I’ll need. A tracking device to hide on his car in the event he gets away, a dart gun, and darts loaded with a diluted mixture of our venom that’ll knock him out cold. Wanting to get there before him so I can scope out the place and get in a good position, I head back outside to my bike.

It takes me an hour to get to the fight club and I sit outside watching. Waiting for him to show. According to Cree, he should be here any time. I'm starting to think he's not going to showwhen finally, two blacked-out SUVs pull into the parking lot. I should know better than to doubt Cree.

Men in fancy black suits jump out of one of the blacked-out SUVs and spread out. Another beefy suit guy opens the back door of the other SUV and Stanley steps out like he owns the place. I guess he's not as stupid as I thought. I watch as five guards surround him and escort him inside.

This grab-and-go just got more interesting.

Chapter 6

Ivy

My bladder wakes me several hours later and I stumble to the bathroom still half asleep. After relieving myself, I wash my hands and splash some water in my face. Looking at myself in the mirror, I recall everything that happened last night.

The party.

Blair.

The note.

It said the invitation is only good for twenty-four hours. I need to make a decision before it's taken out of my hands.

I throw on a shirt and of shorts then head down to the kitchen for some coffee. When I pass my office, I stop. Might as well get the note now so I can answer as soon as I come to a decision. With the note retrieved from my safe, I resume my walk to the kitchen where I start my fancy coffee machine.

Once I've made the perfect mocha latte, I sit at the island and read the note for the hundredth time.

Please agree to these terms by consuming the invitation.

What the hell does that mean? They want me to eat paper? I hate how vague this note is but surely if I accept, I'll get more information about how the guild works.

My cat, Jade jumps on the counter and sniffs the paper before looking up at me with her expressive emerald eyes. She stares at me like I'm stupid as her tail swishes and hits my arm. After a long moment of silence, she rolls her eyes and turns away from me, smacking me in the face with her fluffy tail.

I rescued Jade a few years ago. My target had her locked up in his lab and was experimenting on her. After he told me everything he did to my poor girl, I ended him painfully and slowly. Her saliva is poisonous thanks to Christopher, so she fits right in here.

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