Chapter 17 #2
We’re in church going over our plans to take down the Viper MC. We’ve waited long enough and after what went down yesterday, I think now is the time to exterminate those roaches.
With Hawk and Raegan monitoring their emails and files, we know all their routes and contacts; which is why we had a meeting three days ago with their drug supplier.
We made a deal with them to outsource it to one of our other chapters, who is in need of more supplies.
According to the supplier, the Vipers were already in deep shit pissing the cartel off with late payments.
We’ve already discussed their gun runs, and after yesterday, we’ve decided to take out the entire club.
Now there’s no need to meet up to sabotage their gun shipments.
Right now, we’re updating our brothers about the layout of their clubhouse and the total number of men they have hanging around on their roster.
“I think we should go in mid-afternoon and clear these fuckers out,” Twitch speaks up in the deliberation.
“They’ll see us coming a mile away,” Dash argues.
“Not if we’re delivering something. Doesn’t Hawk and Prez’s Ol’ Lady have their delivery schedules? They seem to get some type of delivery every four days or so,” Twitch counters.
“That could work,” Trick adds as one of our newest members in the club.
“I think going in at night will catch them off guard and keep us hidden,” Diesel puts his two cents in as well.
“We aren’t guaranteed that all of them will be there during the night, but most all are there during the day,” Reaper retorts. “If we want to clear them out in one sitting, then we should do it when they’re all there.”
“I agree with Reaper. We know that the majority of them are there during the day fucking around. Most head out to the strip joints or other places around town, according to our intel from the prospects and Hawk’s stalking,” I finally say after hearing everyone.
“I like the idea of us going in like a Trojan horse and taking them by surprise.”
“Let’s vote,” Havoc proposes.
We go around the table and some still think going in at night is the better option, but the Trojan horse idea wins out in the end. After looking around the room, I notice Riot not in his seat.
“Where the fuck is Riot?” I say, pointing the gavel at the empty seat. We told every member to be here, no exceptions.
“He had to take care of a problem for Smith but should be here soon,” Havoc speaks up talking about our lawyer.
A timid knock come across our large door and a prospect sticks his head in. They know to never interrupt a meeting, unless we’re being attacked, that it could mean getting put out on the streets if they do, so this must be important.
“Sir…” he speaks weakly. “Um…I just got…um…a call sir…”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, spit it out!” Havoc rants.
“Sir, Riot called and demanded that you’re needed at the house,” the prospect finally gets out.
“Did he say why?” I implore annoyed already.
“He stated that um… it had to do with Raegan…um…there was a lot of crying in the background but said to tell you nine-one-one.”
That’s all he had to say before half the table is up from their seats and moving towards the doors rushing out of the clubhouse. Our bikes roar through the streets not caring if we’re causing a scene.
A million scenarios run through my mind at the moment rushing over what could cause him to call in a nine-one-one.
I break out in a cold sweat when we arrive on my street and don’t see Riot or my woman at the house.
We park our bikes in front of the house, and I start pacing while Havoc is trying to reach him on his phone.
What feels like hours, but truly only minutes go by before Sutton’s car pulls up, and she gets out.
Havoc is peppering her with questions about what happened and her only response is that she got a call from Ivy that Raegan was in trouble.
I try to process her words as Raegan’s car finally pulls into the drive.
I race over to the passenger side when I see Riot’s the one driving.
Slinging the door open, I quickly crouch down to grab Raegan unbuckling her belt and pulling her over to me.
She wraps her arms around my neck and burrows her face in my neck crying.
I’m inspecting over every inch of her body as to why she would be crying.
When my eyes inch up to her face I see it.
There is a large swollen mark across her face, and I can already see that she’ll have a partial black eye from it.
Her eyes are red and swollen, probably from crying, and her body is slightly shaking.
Mad doesn’t even begin to describe the feelings I have coursing through my body. A voice in the back of my head starts chanting death, death.
“Who the fuck am I killing?” I can’t stop the rage setting into place. I’ll slaughter whoever the fucker is that dared lay a finger on my woman.
“Let’s get her inside and out of the front yard,” I hear Sutton say, but I’m planted right where I stand.
Slow death. Yep, torture is going to be my way of punishment for the fucker. He’ll wish he’d never been born when I get through with him.
I finally place my hand across her neck and use my thumb to lightly brush against her cheek, but she gives a small wince at my touch.
A red haze starts to form over my eyesight.
Not wanting to wait any longer I sweep her up in my arms bridal style.
I feel her whimpers and know that she’s crying again, and I don’t like it one bit.
After I place her down in my lap on the sofa, I keep her close to me, but it’s time for some answers. Sutton rushes over with a bag of frozen peas and I bring it up to her face.
“Okay, babe, you gotta give me some answers here, because right now I’m about to burn the entire town down.” I try as hard as I can not to come across too pushy.
She looks around the room and I notice every one of my men standing, waiting to find out who our next guest will be out in the shed. Sutton is off to the side wringing her hands looking so concerned for her friend.
My woman nods and then starts to speak, I can tell by her hoarse voice that she’s been crying for a while. She looks utterly devastated and beat down right now, and it pricks something in me seeing her like this. “I… went back to the pool house to get the rest of my stuff…”
The next five minutes Raegan tells us everything that happened at the mayor’s house.
By the end of it, I want to rip that piece of shit to shreds.
How dare he lay a hand on not only a woman but his stepdaughter.
He was already on my shit list before yesterday’s activities, but now he just moved up his ranking to the top along with the Vipers.
And for that worthless ass bitch of a mother of hers to sit there and allow someone to assault their own child and do nothing but glare at them with hatred is despicable.
I could tell Raegan seemed more hurt by her mother’s actions than Dennis hitting her.
I’ll let her focus on her mother while I take care of that prick.
I place a kiss on her forehead and motion for Sutton to come sit down beside us. After passing her over to Sutton, I nod for my brothers to meet me outside. We walk out and everyone comes in close to hear me.
“What’s the plan, Prez?” Reaper asks with a tone ready for battle.
They all feel very protective over her and not just because she’s considered my Ol’ Lady, but because she’s been such a tremendous help in finding things out with the Vipers.
Raegan also going to bat blackmailing the D.A.
yesterday put her on our protection list. When you’re on that list, any Dead Road brother would lay their life down for you.
To me, this is what true family is.
“I want the car unloaded of her things, and then I want that piece of shit car delivered back to the mayor’s house and out of our sight.”
“I’ll be glad to take care of that, Prez,” Diesel requests cracking his knuckles and I give him a nod.
“I want a prospect on Raegan whenever I’m not.
This is the second time in two days that one of our enemies put their hands on her, and it’s not going to happen a third.
” I have a good mind to lock her ass down at the clubhouse if I didn’t think she’d kick my ass for it. But I know she’d fight me on it.
“I’ll be happy to do it, Prez,” Trick steps up and offers.
“Fine, but when you’re doing club business I want Tiny or another on her. Got me?” I command. Trick just got patched recently, and I respect that he wants to step up.
“Yes, sir.”
I leave them to walk over to where Diesel is and have a private conversation.
“Deliver the car and make a statement after it’s been dropped off. Make sure it can’t be traced back to us or Raegan.”
“Already on it, Prez.” I see the twinkle in his eyes.
“Let’s just say that a cigarette is going to be left on the leather seat to catch the inside of the car on fire.
It’ll be ruined by the time the firefighters get there.
Might be a helluva fireworks show. Blaze is off getting all the materials,” he mentions my brother who loves setting shit on fire. Hence, the road name.
I nod in approval and head back inside to Raegan. She needs comfort right now and seeing her curled up with Sutton on the couch makes me jealous. I want to be the one she gets it from. I know that sounds selfish, but the possessiveness in me can’t help it.
Stealing her from the couch, I pick her up bridal style and walk down the hallway to our bedroom and right into the bathroom.
Setting her on the counter, I start taking her shoes then clothes off after I’ve turned on the shower.
I strip myself of clothing and carry her in the stall to let the hot water run over us.
She took a hard blow today from someone who was supposed to always choose her over everybody else but didn’t. She needs to know that not everyone is that way, that some really are the ride or die type. She’s that for me, and I want her to know that I’m that for her.
“Babe,” I gently say and watch as her eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry you have a shitty mother who’d let something like this happen.”
She shrugs, “I guess this shouldn’t come as a complete shock. I mean she did the same to my dad, so why wouldn’t she pick that asshat over me?”
“I don’t want you to worry anymore about her or him. You’re mine now. I’ll always take care of what is mine,” I stress to her. “You’re my ride or die, Raegan.”
I see a small smirk form on her gorgeous face, even with a swollen cheek she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever come into contact with. Just her smile could melt the coldest ice caps.
“Ride or die,” she repeats back to me.
“We have a saying once you’re a part of our MC family and it applies to you,” I tell her. “We say, One Road. One Family. One Fate.”
“One Road. One Family. One Fate.”
In that moment, nothing else matters but her and me. I lean over her and softly mold my lips to hers. She means the world to me. I don’t care how short of time we’ve known each other, I’m never letting her go.
I would love nothing more than to ravish her, but I know deep down she’s vulnerable after what happened today so I let her take the lead here.
Her delicate tiny hand traces the muscles of my chest and abs before hitting my favorite part of my body.
She starts to stroke him gently at first, but as she deepens our kiss, she tightens her hold on my cock.
Not wanting to be the only one getting enjoyment out of our shower, I trail my fingers from her hips to the valley of sin.
I find my target, and it sets her off as she picks up speed on my dick.
Not waiting a moment longer, I grab from behind her knees and hike her up round my waist before nailing her to the shower wall.
She needs a distraction from all the hurt and pain she received today, and I’ll help wipe out all those bad memories if I can.