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“I’ll get some hospital scrubs, sneak into his room, and kill him.” I shrug. “Simple enough.”
In my head it’s a easy plan. No one will question why an orderly or a doctor is entering and exiting his room.
“How are you going to escape before the machines go off?” Tongue asks. “As soon as anything changes in his condition the nurses will be alerted.”
Tongue was almost killed protecting Alana in the same Savage Order attack. He took a bullet protecting her. It took him a while to recover from his injuries but since the incident Tongue and Alana have become as close as siblings, which irks the hell out of King.
“It’s not possible,” King says. “I agree with Tongue. As soon as you disable anything, or his bodily functions change, the nurse’s will know and descend on the room before you can get out.”
“Maybe I can give him something that mimics a heart attack or stroke,” I say. “Something untraceable and takes a few minutes to kick in which will give me enough time to get out.”
“That might work,” Saint says, nodding his head. “You can put it directly into his IV so you don’t leave any needle marks on his skin that can be linked back to the attack.”
“Whatever works,” I say. “I just want him dead.”
“Okay that sounds like it might work,” King says, agreeing to the plan. “Any objections? Now’s the time to speak up.”
“I’ll get Doc over here and see what we can come up with,” King announces when no one objects to the plan. “Once I get the okay from him, I’ll let everyone know when shit’s a go. Any questions, concerns, or anything new we need to discuss?”
Murmurs of no’s echo around the room.
“Alright, then. Church’s over.”
As all the men filed out of the room, I wait because I know King will have an earful for me. There’s a time when I played the peacemaker between him and Saint but as their relationship hasgotten better, the roles have been reversed. Now Saint tries to be the peacemaker between King and me because now we’re the ones bumping heads.
Saint has some pent-up anger over shit we had no control over, and he wouldn’t open up. Not that I blame him for keeping secrets from us, because I haven’t opened up either. Now, I understand completely where he’s coming from. Some shit you just want to go through by yourself.
When the door closes after the last brother leaves, I turn my attention to my brothers. However, before King can say whatever he has on his mind which, I’m sure it has something to do with Paris, an urgent knock sounds at the door then a prospect bursts in.
“What the hell, Prospect?” King shouts.
“Sorry, Prez but the cops are out front. They have a warrant for Reaper’s arrest.”
“Fuck!” King swipes his hand down his face. “For what?”
“Didn’t say. Just said if he didn’t come outside, they were coming in.”
“Tell them, I’ll be right out.”
King glares at me like I shouldn’t go outside. But there’s no way I’m letting the cops break down the damn door to the clubhouse. There’s no telling who would go down for shit. It’s better to just do what they say.
After a minute, King nods, and the prospect rushes back out of the room.
“I’ll get in touch with Johnathan. He’ll get you out as soon as he can. You know the deal, no talking no matter how much they piss you off.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
Johnathan Ledet is the best lawyer in Oakland. He’s the brother of Loki, the president of the Sinners’ New Orleans chapter. He’s a beast in the courtroom. Even though I probablydid whatever they’re accusing me of. If anyone can get me out of the shit he can.
I’ve always known I would have to answer for the things I’ve done, but this definitely isn’t a good time for karma to bite me in the ass.
“Make sure you look after Paris until I can get out of this shit.”
“Do you think this is about Aleksi?” King asks.
It’s possible, but I’ve killed many men. Of course, my family doesn’t know all the ones who met their end by hand, but I think Saint has an idea since every so often I get a raven tattooed on my rib cage. He asked once the meaning of them and the tulips, but I refused to answer. No one knows.
“It’s possible. Just watch out for Paris,” I repeat since he doesn’t give me an answer the first time. “We’re all she has.”
