Page 11 of Twisted Ties

"Savages?" asks Fiona.

"Yeah, we thought with the shit that went down at Hogs & Tail last night, that the Savages would've gotten spooked and moved the stash. We had Psycho and Snatch sitting on their club house, but nothing. So, we need to find another in."

“I can help. I can find out where the Savages are hiding the drugs. That’s one thing I’m good at. My ex, Slither, is the road captain, so no movements happen without him knowing the exact details.” I lick my lips as Slash reviews my face.

“Yeah? Are you for real, Simone? You can do that?” Slash stares at me incredulously. “Shit just got hot in here all of a sudden.”

There’s Dark Angels coming and going, but they’re not paying us much mind. This is a task I can finish. Slither Road is sloppy when he’s on drugs; if I can get him to do enough of it, he’s liable to do anything I want.

I nod my head furiously. “If I go back to work for Slither for a night, I can get it out of him. It’s not going to be easy, I admit that, but I can do it. Once I get him going on a few rails of coke, he won’t be able to shut up anyway. I’ll come up with a story to get back in the door.”

I can hear the crunch of biker boots on the tail end of the conversation and look up to see the one they call Psycho standing in front of me with menacing eyes and a stance to match. He’s come out of nowhere like a Jack-in-the-Box, and his size is intimidating, but I’m holding ground that I can get the job done.

"Absolutely not!" he yells out, shocking me. Maybe he thinks I’m going to double-cross, but there’s no way I want anything to do with the Savages. Dark Angels are home for me now.

"Seriously, it's not a bother at all. At the end of the day, y’all are giving me a place to stay, a family. That’s all I ever wanted." I try to convince him I’m on the Dark Angels train, but he keeps coming and his biceps flex in anger as he points a finger directly at me. Specks of spit fly as he speaks with venom.

"No, fuck that,thatbastard ordered you killed! You can't go back to him. He’s going to finish you off if you go back. You’ve been with us, how the hell are you going to explain it?" Psycho asks, confirming that he’s protecting me.

“I’ll figure something out, don’t worry about it. That little dick motherfucker is all talk and no bite, he ain't gonna do shit! Once that cock gets hard, I'm in control,” I confirm with a confidence I shouldn’t really be flaunting.

Psycho saves his best death stare for Slash. "Yo, Slash, that shit is on you, bro! I want nothing to do with it. I'm completely against this shit. It’s a bad fucking idea. Don’t put her back out there."

Psycho doesn’t stay to hear Slash’s answer. He’s quiet for a minute and steps away from the table as if he’s considering it. My adrenaline is on high and it’s like I’m on drugs; I can feel my blood rush through my system. I’ve never wanted to do something so bad in all my life.

I can feel heat coming at me from all sides. Fiona is gaping at me, and Slash’s pacing is driving me nuts. I look up a few minutes later and Fiona is still staring.

What the hell is she thinking?

Slash is about to say something and has given up wearing holes out in the floor, but I can sense a fire in my belly. Icanandwillbe able to do this. I can get their drugs back for sure.

Fi jumps in abruptly. "Do it, you got this!" She nods at me and holds up her hand for a high-five and I slap her palm back.

Slash waves his hand and gently holds Fi’s wrist. "No, hold up. Fiona, that's a dangerous move. We need to think this through. I might have to ask the other guys what they think. Put it to a club vote, that’s how we do things here.”

He’s being conservative, but this plan will work. I know Slither Road. I know how his weasel mind works, how much drugs to feed him, when he’s in a fit of rage— okay, I missed it on the last round, but I’ve been ducking and weaving the guy so long, he’s become predictable.

"No, we don't, she’s got this! No club meeting. The girl can do it. I can feel it. She’s got it."

Fiona knows—she understands that I can break Slither down in a matter of minutes. Maybe it’s girl code, but we’ve got this. It will be the greatest pleasure of all to bring Slither and all his ruthless, fucktard friends to their knees once and for all.

I smile as I plot their demise.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Got the Drop!

(Sledge)

Two days later at the clubhouse…

“Where the fuck is it? I had the fucker a minute ago.” I’m talking out loud; my cell phone’s gone walkabout and I can hear it beep twice. Dammit! I lift the papers on my desk and then dip down to see it fitting in the crack. I dig it out.

There’s a text from Slash.Clubhouse ASAP!

Huh. Shit must be popping off for him to write that. I’ve been a little down the last two days, keeping a low profile attempting to avoid Simone, but the imprint of her is already burrowed into my mind. I’ve looked over to the other side of my bed, where we were holding one another and talking for hours on end about our lives, at least a hundred times. Must have been a surreal moment, because now it’s like she was never here. I tug at my beard, and the edges. Normally, I keep them sharp, but all this shit has me off my game.Fucking Hunter Jackson. Unbelievable.

I ride out to the clubhouse, hoping the wind cutting over my face will unclog some of the depressive cobwebs from my brain. It helps a little as I swing into park. I’m curious as to what could be so urgent that we all gotta be here.What’s Slash up to?

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