Page 65 of Axe
His eyes narrowed at her as if he was thinking it was some sort of trap. It could have been, but I couldn’t see them being involved in something like that.
Brand took the paper from Sherri and brought it over to Cal. I could see that Cal was hesitant, in fact, he didn’t even open the paper right away.
“Why?” he asked.
“Look, Cal. You and I both know what your club is into. Let’s not sit here and play like we don’t,” she said and I sensed a trace of boredom in her tone. “I know you are trying to go legit and to be honest, this club will never be able to be one hundred percent clean. You know that. It’s just the way it is. This club was born on the wrong side of the law and that’s all you guys have ever known.”
“I’m not askin’ for your thoughts on the future of my club. I’m fuckin’ asking why the hell you walked into my club with Savage’s location and just handed it over like it’s nothin’,” Cal said in a calm tone.
“I can’t touch this. I hate that man,” she started, shaking her head again. “He is pure evil and something needs to be done. So, I’m bringing it to you.”
What she didn’t say hung thick in the air. She was good about watching every word that came out of her mouth and it made sense. From this short conversation, I could see how she was able to keep her club clean.
“You should just thank me so we can be on our way,” she said her voice full of humor.
“Sherri.” Cal’s hands clasped together in front of him on the table. “Why would I thank you for information I have no need for and don’t want?”
Even I could admit that he was playing it too cool. I had to try my damnedest to hold my laugh inside.
“Have it your way, Caliber.” She stood, and the other bitches left their spots on the wall to have her back. “It was good to see you.”
Something in her voice and the way her eyes stared him down led me to believe that she knew him better than just in passing. But whatever, I had too much going on in my head to even contemplate that Cal could have had something going on with anyone at some point. I knew he liked the clubwhores, but as far as having feelings for anyone past the moment he came, that was foreign to me.
Well, fuck me sideways. If that paper held what she said it held then I’ll be damned. This was the key we’d been looking for all along. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
The air in the room was as still as the conversation while we waited for Brand and Diesel to return. The small folded piece of paper sat there on the table in front of Cal, taunting us the whole time.
“Well, ain’t that some shit,” Cal said letting out a chuckle and breaking the tension in the room, but only slightly.
“Prez,” I said but his eyes didn’t move off of the paper, like for some reason if he looked away it was going to disappear into thin air. “You think this is legit? I mean, I don’t know those bitches from Jack Frost, so how do we know that we can trust them?”
“We can trust ‘em,” he said as his head did an odd nodding bounce thing. Though he was hearing me and giving responses in return, I could tell that his thoughts were a million miles away. “Well, fuck.”
Then like he hadn’t been lost in God knew where, he snatched up the paper and tossed it to Bocca without even opening it.
“Find out everythin’ you can about that place. I want blueprints, satellite pictures, whatever the fuck else your nerd ass can get me. I want it all. We ain’t goin’ in blind.”
Yeah, he didn’t open it. He didn’t even look at what it said. I couldn’t blame him. Having an address didn’t mean shit until you had the tools to formulate a plan. Bocca was the only one of us that needed to know at this point, anyone else was just a chance for that information to get out.
“Once we have that, we sit down and fuckin’ plan. In the meantime, we get ready. I won’t call the other chapters until we have somethin’ concrete. None of this leaves this goddamn room. Now get gone.” His fist fell heavy onto the top of the table then everyone got up and filed out. I hesitated for a moment, watching him to make sure he was good.
“Time has finally come,” he said. His voice sounded tired and stressed.
All I could think about was ending Savage.
For the club.
For Stone.
For Tank.
And for Allison and her son.
Images of what I would do to him when I finally got my hands on him filled my head. I knew I wasn’t the only one that wanted a piece of him and I wondered if there was even enough to go around. Hell, we’d fucking make it work. Drag that shit out as long as it took for everyone to be satisfied.
We sat there for a long time in a dead silence. Both of us lost completely in our thoughts. I think that we need it though. Since Allison had come into town, I hadn’t spent much time at the club or with Cal. Considering the man was pretty much my dad, that was how I looked at him in my mind anyway, I felt like I’d been distant lately. I couldn’t pinpoint why. Sure, Allison and Neiryn were part of that, but maybe there was something more.
I had a lot of shit recently that I was working on and I felt like parts of me were changing. I knew some things were subtle, but I’d noticed them and I had a feeling that some of the brothers had too. I hoped like hell that I still made him proud and I dreaded the day I ever let him down.
