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I got to work on my edits, and by the time I was done, it was well after dark.

I decided to call it a night, and the follow morning, I woke to the sound of the guys rumbling around in the hall. Something was going on, but the brothers said nothing to anyone. They just holed up in the conference room for hours, discussing God knows what. Later that afternoon, the guys rolled out of the clubhouse looking like they were ready to fight the battle of a lifetime; only to return two hours later with the same expression on their faces.

I had a sneaking suspicion that the brothers of Satan’s Fury were facing something they’d never faced before, and it had them rattled.

And that rattled me.

It was a feeling I wasn’t accustomed to, and I didn’t like it.

I didn’t like it one bit.

CHAPTER3

Wrath

“The whole thing was fucking bullshit,” Savage grumbled. “After everything he pulled, he’s gotta lot of fucking nerve asking us to go into business with him.”

“He’s got balls. I’ll give him that.”

“You can say that again.” The vein in Torch’s neck pulsed as he roared, “The asshole’s lucky I didn’t put a bullet in his fucking head.”

“The guy’s a goddamn lunatic,” Savage snarled. “We should’ve never let you and Bones go over there.”

Savage was right.

Bruton was a fucking lunatic.

Just twenty-four hours earlier, he’d sent drones over to the compound and dropped incineration devices that caused multiple fires on our grounds. It was a warning to release his grandson, and it was a message—one we heard loud and fucking clear. As much as we wanted to tell him to fuck off, we couldn’t. Cotton had called lockdown, so all the women and children would’ve been at risk.

Once we’d released his grandson Ben, Bruton messaged Bones and requested a meet with him and Cotton. Again, we wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it was time to find out what the guy wanted and put an end to the nonsense once and for all.

Cotton could see that the guys were getting riled up, so he held up his hand, signaling everyone to pipe down. Once the room fell silent, he told us, “I get why you’re all mad. Hell, I’m not exactly happy here, but the guy had a compelling proposal. I think it’s something that’s worth discussing.”

A low rumble of disapproval filled the room, causing Cotton to shake his head. “I get it. We’ve had a rough couple of weeks because of this guy, but like Bones said... up until the drones, he hasn’t done anything to us that we didn’t do to him.”

“We wouldn’t have even known who the guy was if he hadn’t had his boys get after Q and Rooster.”

“He brought that up in the meet.” Cotton looked over to Q as he said, “Bruton said it wasn’t supposed to play out like that, and the men behind it had been dealt with.”

“And you believe him?”

“I have no reason not to.” Cotton shrugged. “The way I see it, hurting them wasn’t to his advantage. It only made it harder for him to pull all this off.”

“So, what exactly does he want from us?”

“He wants us to be his supplier. We get him the goods, and he delivers them.”

“And what about Bones?” Stitch growled. “There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let him have my son.”

“He wants him to be available. Bones won’t even have to leave the clubhouse to do what he wants him to do.” Cotton kept his tone steady as he continued, “Let me be clear. If we do this thing, it would be on our terms and our terms alone. We’re not taking directives from him or anyone else.”

“What would our terms be?”

“I’m not exactly sure. That’s something we would have to discuss.”

“We have time to figure out the terms,” Bones interjected. “He’s given us thirty days to make our decision.”

“Yes, and I think we need to take every minute of it.” Cotton’s tone was firm and fatherly as he said, “Look, I get you are concerned about this. I am, too. But we’re gonna talk this whole thing through, and we won’t make a final decision until we come up with something everyone can agree on.”

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