Page 87 of Menace

Iceman didn’t say more, he didn’t have to.

As much as it hurt he knew what he had to do.

He had to cut ties with Harper and he had to do it now before their relationship became known. He fucking hated having to do this to her, to his little cat, but for her and her baby boy’s safety he would do anything and everything.

He needed her safe and off their radar.

The realisation that he wouldn’t be holding or sleeping with his old lady for however long it was going to take to sort this shit out hurt him soul deep.

He prayed that once this shit had been taken care of Harper would forgive him for what he was about to do.

Closing his eyes he drew in a deep breath and when he opened them again he was no longer the man he was with his woman.

He was the killer his club needed to sort their problems.

“Let’s get this shit sorted. I’ll play her as long as you need me to.” He turned to look at Ren and met his brothers’ cold eyes. He didn’t have to say a word.

“I will see to it that they have more protection. You have my word.”

Pushing his chair back Lucky stood. Dive and Breaker pushed their chairs back and stood with him.

“You’re not doin’ this on your own. We go where you go. End of.” Breaker said as he tried to wave them off.

“Stick with your brother, he’s not to be left alone with the slut. I don’t care what he says or does, you stick with him. Even if he decides to fuck her, you stay with him.”

Dive pulled a face. “Really Prez? You’re tellin’ me I have to watch him stick his dick in some old woman’s pussy?” He grimaced and shuddered theatrically. “The shit I do for my brothers. You fuck the slut you’re goin’ to owe me motherfucker, and you’re goin to owe me big. Big, like namin’ your next kid after me, big.”

Lucky didn’t want to find what he was saying funny. But it was. At the same time it wasn’t.

“Not goin’ to fuck the slut, Dive. We’re goin’ to see how much info we can get out of her, that’s it.” He gave his brother a dark look. “And no kid of mine is goin’ to have your name.”

Dive laughed and wiggled his eyebrows at him. “We’ll see about that, bro.”

Breaker’s voice pulled them back to the serious side of their discussion.

“She has to know you’re no longer the lovesick boy she betrayed. She must think because you didn’t fuck her Carmella persona or claimed a woman in the last fifteen years that you’re still hung up on Gloria. That could work in our favour.” Breaker said as he scratched his beard as if his face was itchy.

“We know they’re after him because of what he knows. I’ll be surprised if they aren’t aware that he takes Dive and Ren’s backs when needed.” He smiled and it wasn’t a good smile. “She knows he’s a hardened biker. Her move will be to soften him up, make him remember the good times, make him remember that he loved her. She’s goin’ to use every feminine trick in the book to get to him. We have to be lookin’ out for the unexpected.”

Lucky was done. He wanted this over with so he could straighten shit out with Harper.

“We’re done fuckin’ around. Let’s see what the bitch wants. She’s about to get more than she fuckin’ bargained for.” Lucky said as he stood.

“Wait!” Byte ordered as he read something on his laptop.

“Ghost has hacked into the Los Rojos’s system. This is a lot bigger than we thought. It isn’t just us they’re after. They’re movin’ against all organisations with coastal access. It means they’re goin’ after the Cajun Mob as well. They have one of their operatives undercover in Val Breaux’s crew. Ghost has forwarded the info to Etienne Fortier and set it up to look like it came from us. She doesn’t want to get involved with them.” Byte looked at Maniac. “I think you’ll be getting’ a call very soon, Prez.”

“Is that it?” Lucky bit out, he wanted this shit done as fast as possible.

Byte’s eyes came over the top of his laptop screen, pinning him in place.

“No, it isn’t. They have men waitin’ on her to bring you to them. I’m not sure what it means but the message Ghost intercepted said ‘cattle freight’.”

There was silence as they considered the two words and what it might mean.

“Leave it with us, we’ll figure it out while you see what the slut wants. Be fuckin’ careful, brother.” Maniac said.

Giving his president a chin lift he turned and walked out of their chapel. Mouth was standing right outside the door with his phone in his hand. Lucky took it without saying a word and slipped it into the inside pocket of his kutte and zipped it closed.

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