Page 43 of Brake's Intent

It doesn’t take long for us to get to the old house. The one I’ve had nightmares about. But today, it all ends. The message will be sent, and a war begins.

“Where we takin’ him?” Ryder asks as he, Fuse, Fury, and Pitch Black pick him up off the airboat onto the dock.

“Up to the house. In the room they had me in,” I answer, not really wanting to go in there, but it’s the last time I will ever have to step foot in there.

No one speaks a word as everyone walks through the brush, eyes on where they’re stepping. Out here, you don’t ever know what you’ll come up against. But mostly, the one you gotta worry about is Pocket. That damn snake pretty much claims this area, and nothing is allowed to touch it. I hate to break it to the damn snake, but its time here will soon be over, and with that means it’s got to go too. There’s no way in hell I’ll take the chance of it finding its way to the clubhouse. We’ve got too many kids there, and Pitch Black just got his son and daughter a dog.

Inside, I head to the room and straight to the closet where they kept supplies.

“Brake, what do you need for us to do?” Tyres asks.

I reach into the cabinet and start pulling bottles of fire starter out and hand them to him. “Soak the damn place in this. We’re gonna light this place up with him in.”

Tyres grins and starts handing bottles to the others.

“How’s this going to send a message?” Chains asks, his voice full of curiosity.

“Because they have this place wired to let them know when anyone enters it,” I answer and look around. “I’m not sure, and I don’t want to be right. I’ve got a feeling that not only are you right that they’ll go for Victoria first, but I also have a theory that Gilroy is a part of this somehow.”

“How so?” Chains asks.

“What he said in the boathouse. We’ll wish for death,” I respond and glance at Gilroy’s dead body. “He was kicked to the curb and was pissed about it. But I’m betting there’s more to it.”

“Like what?” Tyres joins the conversation.

“Like this fucker just so happens to enjoy young women and coke. He was supposed to take control over the West Coast. Then there’s Augustus Cervantes. He runs a ring, though it was small. Shawna took Faye, and when Augustus found out who she was, he claimed he doesn’t want to go against the club and the Irish, but what if they needed her to secure his place so he could expand his business?”

“Makes sense,” Fuse mutters from across the room. “Makes damn good sense considering the connection Brielle found while we were meeting for church.”

“What?” Ryder demands. “What did she find?”

“Augustus is a cog in a much bigger pool,” Fuse says. “And that connection is directed straight to a group we all have been wanting to forget about. The ones who had Lyrica’s twin sister.”

Oh fuck.

“The Supreme Masters,” I growl.

“The one and the same,” he confirms. “It’s all connected and fucked at the same time.”

Tension fills the room, and I glance to Chains to see he’s past being pissed—he’s enraged and looking for blood.

“Let’s get this shit dealt with and back to the clubhouse. From now on, until this shit is dealt with, none of the women or kids are to go off property without two members with them, and even then, it’s only for essentials. I’m not takin’ chances on this,” he declares.

I nod in agreement. There’s no way Faye is going anywhere without me or Lawson with her. I can’t stop Lawson from going anywhere, though, He’s got a business he’s getting ready to open, but I know he’s got Reed and his own men at his back. Seeing how Reed handled last night and getting Lawson under control, I figure I can trust him.

“Everyone outside, and if you see Pocket, just keep fuckin’ going,” I say, pulling out a box of matches from the closet.

“Need help?” Tyres asks.

“Not with this. I need to handle this part on my own.” I’m sure he’ll understand, even though this was his own hell growing up. It has been mine longer.

“Can I take care of Pocket then if you’re gonna start the fire?”

I glance at him and cock a brow. “What? I thought you liked the damn thing.”

“Brother, that damn thing is so fuckin’ big, and with what you’re doing, you’ll push it out of this area, and it could end up in our back yard. No fuckin’ way.” Tyres shakes his head and he’s not dicking around.

“Have at it. Was going to make sure it was taken care of myself, but you can do it,” I agree and walk away to the far end of the house. I’m not leaving any part of this place standing.

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