Page 36 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
Twisted’s phone rings and he gives Whip and me a nod. We follow him into the room.
“Club voted. We’ll stand with you. Condition is though that the next time we need a favor and we call on you, you’re there no exceptions.” Roundman’s voice comes through and I think all of us breathe a sigh of relief.
Twisted smiles. This is his first accomplishment as president. There were a lot of brothers who were skeptical that the Hellions would join us. “I appreciate it. We are here whenever you need us. We are gonna have church here in a minute to come up with a plan then I’ll call you to hash out details.” They end the call and the three of us just stand there for a few minutes. “Whip, call the boys in for church, we got a war to plan.”
Within a few minutes the table is once again full. Twisted stands in front of the club, a sense of pride radiating from him. “Tonight we plan our attack. The Hellions will stand with us!” The room erupts in cheers. Everyone knows that with this type of support we won’t lose. The Black Ghosts will be obliterated within minutes of our arrival. They will pay for their attack on us.
Twisted received some inside information on their meeting place tomorrow.
All of it will be over tomorrow.
After that maybe we can finally put this nightmare behind us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Torch
I wake up in the morning knowing that today is the day. It’s bittersweet. With the Hellions alliance, we are guaranteed to win, but then again I can’t help but think in life there are no guarantees. I feel like all of this has been really easy. Something tells me that I need to be on my guard today.
Tracie’s arms snake around me and I turn to face her. She is so beautiful. After waiting for her to be ready for me for years, it feels almost surreal that I have her now. The best part is that I don’t have to worry about keeping her in line; Tracie is this life. She knows the club rules, and an old lady’s role in the MC. Granted that because she was involved with the club before, so even though she’ll have somewhat different rules than the other women she still gets it. There are brothers who take normal girls, claim them, and then basically need to train them. The constant arguing and shutting them down because you can’t explain where you’ve been, where you’re going, or when you’ll be back. I don’t need to worry about any of that with her and it’s amazing.
Her hands wrap around my neck. “I know what’s happening today. Nikki heard Twisted on the phone.”
Shit.
“Before you start lecturing me about this or that, all I want to say is please be careful. I just found you and I don’t want to lose you.” Her eyes are filled with worry. This is why we don’t tell our women what we do because watching your girl look at you like she’ll never see you again hurts really fucking bad.
“You’ll never get rid of me. That’s a promise.” I pull her to me trying to ease her mind but knowing that once I walk out the door she will be a mess. At least they will all be together. Everyone is coming over here like they did yesterday.
“Call me once everything is safe?” Her hands tangle in the hair at the back of my neck.
“As soon as I can.” I place a kiss on her lips.
The door opens, and a pissed off Lucy walks in. Whip follows behind her looking as if he is ready to lose his mind. “Luce, will you just calm down and try to listen to reason?”
“No, you can leave now. I’m safely delivered to my holding cell, master.” She turns away from him before stomping down the hall.
Well, shit.
“Holding cell?” I look over at Whip.
He shakes his head in frustration. “She wants to be at the hospital but Twisted said we can’t spare extra guys. I don’t want her unprotected while this shit is going down.”
“Gotcha.” I turn back to Tracie. “I have to get out of here. Love you. Call you once it’s clear.” Placing a kiss on her lips I head out with Whip following behind me.
Whip brought one of the trucks because last night we decided that none of us would be riding bikes. We don’t want the fuckers to hear us coming and we want to be able to get away quick. “How you feeling today?” I look over at him.
“Okay. We haven’t had any serious shit like this happen since I patched in. Sure we had to put people to ground here and there, but nothing like this.” His hand rubs the back of his neck.
He’s worried about the blowback from the cops and frankly so am I. We bought all the guns brand new on the black market and once we are done, one of the prospects is taking a truck to the shipyard and filling empty oil barrels with them. They’ll be on their way to China by tomorrow morning. No murder weapon, no crime.
“You ever wonder what the hell made them come after us in the first place?” Whip looks over at me.
“Honestly, it’s the one piece of the puzzle that I can’t figure out. Maybe it’s just a territory thing. We’re the only club for about fifty miles in each direction so they might have just not wanted competition. It’s obvious that whoever is running the show is a damn idiot so I don’t know that I should try to put that much thought into their motives.” From the first time we heard of that club they have been making idiotic decision after dumbass decision.
Pulling into the lot of the warehouse, I see seven black SUVs waiting. Good, everyone is already here. Twisted and Roundman are off to the side talking while everyone else seems to be sticking with their own club.
I nod at him as we get out of the car. Twisted walks over and for the first time since all this started I can sense some nervousness coming off of him. “You good?”
