Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Deep laughter filled his ears until he heard the loud rumble of a group of sleds rolling in through the gate.
He knew who it was even before the women filed through the break in the bushes separating the rear lot and the courtyard.
“Shoulda know they’d show the fuck up.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything different. They might pretend they ain’t DAMC property, but they are. That ain’t ever gonna change,” Hawk said. “Let ‘em have this little fantasy of theirs.”
The women in the Angels of Fury wanted to be independent but sure liked to use the DAMC’s clubhouse as their own, stuff their traps with their food, and drink their booze.
But they weren’t the only ones crashing the party. Not two minutes later, Reaper appeared in the courtyard.
Had he ridden with them? Or was it just coincidence?
Either way, it was funny how the Shadow was getting comfortable around DAMC’s church.
“Plan on patchin’ him in?” Hawk asked.
“Thinkin’ so.”
“Heard he don’t wanna prospect. That’ll have to go to the membership.”
“Yeah. What d’you think?”
“Don’t know him enough to give you an answer. But just know, if it goes for a vote, better have some compellin’ reasons to convince us.”
Watching Reaper take out those four Souls with clean headshots was enough to convince Rage.
“Think he’s got a thing for Vi.”
Hawk snorted. “Good fuckin’ luck to him. Would say he needs to worry about Diesel, but honestly? Thinkin’ he needs to worry more about my niece.”
“No doubt,” Rage murmured. “All right. Wanna go have some words with him.”
“Thinkin’ if he wants our votes, he better have some words with all of us.”
“Will let ‘im know.”
With that, his father disappeared.
When he turned to see Reaper headed his direction with a red plastic cup in hand, Rage waited him out.
When Reaper got to him, he drawled, “Quite a fucking shindig,” before swallowing a mouthful of his freshly poured beer. He surveyed the courtyard. “Have these parties often?”
“Yeah. One thing you’ll learn, if you stick around, is we don’t need much of a reason to throw one. A club run’s a good reason. After we get back, everybody shows up, as you can see with the women’s MC rollin’ in.” Rage shook his head. “Want their own club but sure like to piggyback off ours.”
Reaper chuckled before tipping the red plastic cup to his lips again.
“The kids are usually here for shit like this, too. Occasionally, the party’s smaller, and for reasons.” Rage raised a single eyebrow in a silent message. “No kids are allowed.”
“Bunch of debauchery.”
“Yeah. We try not to corrupt the kids before they’re eighteen, but that’s no guarantee. Our prez’s a good example of that.”
Reaper’s eyes landed on the current club president. “Zak didn’t rein him in?”
“He did what he could. But certain people gotta figure shit out on their own.”
Like Rage did with Lyric.
Reaper nodded, then settled in by bending a knee and planting the sole of his boot on one of the pavilion’s wooden posts while pressing his back to it. His eyes skimmed over the courtyard.
Rage wondered if the man ever relaxed and shut off his sniper brain. Though, having him on constant alert would be a benefit to the club.
“What’s the latest?” Rage asked him.
“We started taking pot shots at them.”
Rage waited for Reaper to explain. When he didn’t, he asked, “Doin’ what?”
“Leaving little hints behind.”
Jesus. A man of little words. “Gotta give me more than that.”
As Reaper talked, his eyes kept scanning the crowd. “Nothing obvious. Whatever would look like a mistake. Enough for the Russos to know they have an enemy, but not who yet.”
“What if they think it’s us?”
“The shit we’re doing, you wouldn’t think biker. You’d think bigger. Going to escalate, but slowly. Going to make them suspicious. Do things that will make the Russos want to dig deeper. But when they do, they’re gonna find what we planted. And the roots will lead them to the Chinese clan.”
“Gonna keep stirrin’ the shit ’til it’s easy enough to flush,” Rage summarized.
“Ain’t gonna be quick, but it’s gonna be done right.”
Rage sure as fuck hoped so. They needed to handle it in a way his DAMC family wasn’t fucked with. He studied the man’s profile. “Still wanna patch in? Or would you rather continue to ride with the women?”
Reaper finally turned to face Rage, but he didn’t fall for the bait. “Up to you all. I’m in if you want me in. If not, not going to be broken up about it.”
“Gonna talk to Zeke about bringing it to the membership.”
“What do you need from me?”
“To keep doin’ what you do best. Your work speaks for itself. The more loyal you are to Vi and the Shadows, the better. Same goes for showin’ your loyalty to the DAMC. The Shadows and the DAMC might appear separate on the surface, but they’re not. At the roots, it’s all intertwined.”