Page 16 of Inflame Me
“No. Come to us,” he says cautiously. Sure, we use burner phones, but you never know who is listening.
I have to say, I disagree with Pops here. I think we should just set the place on fire now and get the fuck out of town before everyone wakes up and gets going for the day. Instead, he wants to plan. I’ve never been much of a planner; I’m more of a doer.
“Now and out,” I tell him, hoping he understands what I’m saying.
“Clean?” He returns, wanting to know if we can do it cleanly or if it would leave a bigger mess.
“Looks that way,” I respond. The sooner we get this shit handled, the quicker we can get the fuck out of here.
“Do it,” he orders.
There are not many men in this world I take orders from, but my president is one of them. Some of the brothers, possibly. Everyone else can kiss my ass. I’m relieved he sees things my way.
“On it.” I click the phone off.
Tug is studying me intently, waiting for my lead. He’s only been a full member of the Ravage MC for a short time, but he’s a very quick learner and a man I’m happy to have at my back.
“Basement. Let’s do the water heater. It’s gas.”
We head to the basement and blow out the pilot light of the water heater. Tug and I loosen the pipes, allowing more gas to flow through the room.
“Done,” I tell him as we rush upstairs.
We check the windows, making sure all of them are closed. They are. We then move to the kitchen where Tug grabs a pot out of the cabinet, filling it halfway with water before setting it on the stove. He cranks the gas stove on high as we watch the fire come to life.
“It’ll take an hour or two. Then it’ll blow,” Tug says.
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.” The whole premises has natural gas rising, and since we shut the door to the basement, it will take a little longer to reach the fire, but by then, it will be so concentrated that … BOOM! The entire house will explode first then catch on fire.
We head to our bikes and make our way to the park.
“Done?” Pops asks as we pull up.
“Filling with gas right now. It will blow in a couple of hours.”
“How bad?” Dagger asks.
“The girls know shit about covering up a crime scene. I can only image what the fucking apartment will look like when we get there.” I shake my head, pulling off my gloves. “We may need to blow the place there, too, if it looks like what we just saw.”
“We can’t torch it, too obvious,” Pops says. “You, Dagger, GT, and Becs go over to Tanner’s place and see what the hell it looks like. Then we go from there,” Pops orders, grabbing the back of his neck. “I swear to Christ, you fuckers and your women are going to be the death of me.”
I can see where he’s coming from. First, it was Princess and the bitch who stole her and Cruz’s kid. Then, Casey, who’s GT’s ol’ lady, when she got kidnapped. After that was Blaze who was on the run from two dickheads who raped her repeatedly. Bitches around here bring too much shit. It’s why I don’t get fucking involved with them—too much fucking trouble.
“Fine,” I say as we head off to Tanner’s place.
It’s not what I expected at all after being in the newer, cookie-cutter home of her mother’s. Tanner’s place is two stories with four apartments in it. As we walk up the dilapidated steps to the second floor, I wonder how much she fucking pays for this shit hole of a place. I mean, fuck, the damn boards on the stairs are falling through; not to mention, the railing is wobbly as hell.
Dagger pulls out Tanner’s keys and opens the door. I flip on the light, and the boys follow.
“What the fuck!” Dagger growls loudly, and I have to agree with him. The place is small, two fucking rooms small, but the size isn’t what gets us. It’s the cracks in the walls and the celling that is falling down with buckets underneath it to catch the water when it rains. Mold is growing on one of the walls by the kitchen sink, but despite those things, the place is immaculate. Tanner obviously takes a shit load of pride in her space, and I feel her on that shit.
I remember my first place. I was fucking ecstatic to have a fucking bed and shower. I would have dealt with all this shit, too. But why is she? I can’t help the curiosity.
Dagger pushes through the space, each growl louder than the last. If I had a kid, no way in hell would I want them living like this.
“Brother,” he says to me with a lost look in his eyes.
I slap his shoulder. “We’ll get it figured out.”
