Page 46 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Sorry, baby,” I told her.
“Well, they came in handy. Nonno’s club got hit. He’s pissed.”
“Hit?” I asked.
“Drive by,” Jackson clarified.
“Casualties?”
“Luckily, no.” Jackson handed me my boots. “Get moving. We’re checking all the bikes for trackers. Quick found one on Tits’ bike.”
“Oh my god.”
I checked on her. She had gone pale as a ghost.
“They tracked me from the facility.”
“You don’t know that.” I rushed in to try to keep her from blaming herself. But it did make sense. She’d gone after them with no back up. No one there to stand watch, and no one to get her out if they’d have caught her. Suddenly, I was more than a little angry with her. I wanted to rail at her about not going off on her own. However, that would only get her worked up and mad at me. Then she would do something equally or more stupid. I shoved my feet into the boots. “Let’s get moving.”
She slipped out of the bag and tugged her jeans on. Jackson watched until I shoved his ass right out of the tent and barreled out on top of him.
“Watch it.”
“Oh sorry, maybe you didn’t see me trying to get my ass out of that tent because you were staring at my girl.” I used his shoulder as a prop to push myself to standing.
“About that.”
“Go fuck yourself, Jackson. I’ll make it official if you want, but you and I know where I stand.”
“Wasn’t talking about that. Talking about the shit we got going down around our heads, because ofyourgirl.” He emphasized the last two words with a sharp double stab of his fingers into my chest.
“Knock it off, you two. The Surgeon is going to escalate, and you don’t need to be fighting amongst yourselves. What’s that saying? A house divided?”
“We know what he wants.” Jackson stared at her ass.
“He ain’t getting it,” I growled.
She turned her attention to me. “You don’t get to make that decision, I do.”
“Ourdecision.Ourhouse.” I stressed the first words.
She blinked. Yeah, that’s right. Saying “yes” last night meant we were in this together.
“Ours.” I touched her face to remind her.
Slowly, she looked up into my eyes. There was genuine fear in them. The kind that used to haunt her in the middle of the night after bad nightmares. “I can’t do this if you get hurt.”
Her voice was barely a whisper. The haunted look on her face didn’t disappear.
“We’re heading to the club. You got everything?” Jackson was talking to me. I reached inside the tent and grabbed my saddle bag. Tits’ coat was next. I handed it off to her, and we left the campground behind.
The ride to the junkyard was quick. The thunder of our bikes tore through town. More than one Skilletsville cop watched as we rode with the DHMC bitches staggered through our numbers. Every Destroyer was strapped with our weapons on display. They could have been assholes about it and tried to stop us, but I’m certain they didn’t have a death wish.
At the yard, Sprout and a prospect waited at the gate. Sprout had a long-range assault rifle slung over his shoulder. It looked all wrong on him. As I rode through, I slowed and yelled, “Are Danielle and your ma okay?”
He nodded, just one sharp nod. His eyes were hard. Gone were the ones dancing with mirth. Tits squeezed my waist, and I gunned the bike to get through the rows of cars and scrap metal. I lined up my bike right by Jackson’s. The brothers left the spot open for me. Saying without words where I stood with them. Jackson walked his bike into place, and I followed suit.
Nonno parked his just down the line from us. He noted the position I took with a frown.
