Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“We won’t lose them. Who do you want to go with me?”
“You choose your team. You will not engage them unless you feel there is a danger you’re gonna lose them. Under no circumstances are you to lose Jerrica.”
“I won’t lose any of ‘em, Prez.” Brick addressed me as Prez as a show of respect, but also to remind some of the older guys in no uncertain terms that I was in charge now. Not Warlock. “Gimmie Cyrus, Roman, and Morgue. The four of us can handle it.”
“Good. Atlas, Shooter, and Snake are with me. Wylde, you set up with Shotgun and keep an eye on things from here. I want you watchin’ every fuckin’ thing. If there’s a fuckin’ rat in that warehouse, I wanna know about it. Same with the kids. Use every resource you can to have eyes on them from the time they exit that warehouse until they are safely back here.” I looked around the circle of men who were Iron Tzars. “No mistakes. Get the kids to safety. Kill every other motherfucker in the area. Use your best discretion.”
Brick gave me a crisp nod, then left with his men to plan their part in this venture. There was every possibility Iris would either be captured or killed before we got there, but I wasn’t writing her off yet. I wasn’t going to storm Hell with a water pistol either. If we took out the warehouse and the people in it tonight, we wouldn’t be going in blind. I’d know exactly who was inside.
Atlas crossed his arms over his chest. As the club’s Sergeant at Arms, he was going to want answers. So I leveled my gaze on him. “She’s mine, Atlas.”
“Does she know that?” Atlas grinned, obviously amused at my expense. “‘Cause I kinda think she hasn’t gotten the memo.”
“She will.”
He shrugged. “Have you even said more than two words to her?”
“Not your business.” Motherfucker was enjoying this way too fucking much. Can’t say I didn’t deserve it. “Don’t matter much anyway. Girl could be in trouble. We can’t abandon her.”
“Is it abandonment if she ran off straight into trouble?” The way Snake frowned told me he didn’t like the situation. He’d been in the club for more than twenty years and had been one of a few who’d voted against me becoming president. Couldn’t say I blamed him. The man had watched me grow up. Several of them had. He had come around somewhat but kept a close eye on me.
“Sometimes it feels like I’m a kid riding a bike when the adults refuse to take off the training wheels.” I muttered the resentment under my breath before addressing Snake. “You don’t want to be part of this, you should have said so from the beginning. Brick could have left your ass back in Evansville. You want out? Tell me now. I ain’t plannin’ somethin’ only to have a member of my fuckin’ team balk at the last fuckin’ minute.”
Snake raised his hands in surrender. “You’re the prez. I’m just not sure changing the plan for one girl is a good idea. Not when we don’t have long to plan for it.”
“Ain’t a democracy, Snake.” I turned my attention to Atlas and jerked my head in Snake’s direction. “Find me someone in this club you trust to make up the third man in Brick’s team. And get this fuckin’ pussy outa my sight.”
“Hey, Sting. Just relax.” Snake chuckled like it was all a big fucking joke. “No need to get out of sorts. I’m just tryin’ to inject some reason into the team. You’ve got something other than the job on your mind.”
“You think I’m makin’ the same mistake my old man made?”
“Didn’t say that.”
“Didn’t have to.” I gave Snake my hardest stare.
Atlas put a hand on his shoulder, and Snake shrugged him off. “You can’t run off everyone who questions you, son. We only do it for your own good. And for the good of the club.”
“I’m the fuckin’ president, Snake. I can do what the fuck I want. There’s a chain of command. You don’t like something, you take it to Brick or Atlas. If they think it’s worthy of my attention, they will bring it to me. Now. Get the fuck out. You’re confined to quarters until we’re ready to leave for home, or until I need you.”
“Goddamned stubborn pup.” Snake stalked off, getting in a parting shot.
Atlas shot off a quick text. I had no idea who he texted, but I suspected Warlock. As Enforcer of Black Reign, he’d be responsible for anyone with discipline problems.
“You can’t always call in my father for back up, Atlas.”
“Nope. And I didn’t this time. I texted Black Reign’s enforcer. The last thing we need is for that son of a bitch causing trouble in another club’s territory.” I met Atlas’s gaze. “You know you’re gonna have to dismiss him from Tzars.”