Chapter 19
It’s been over a week since we voted, and so far we have everything ready to go to take out the Viper MC. I’ve called in a few brothers from the Wichita, New Orleans, and Tucson Chapters who will be arriving this morning. Tomorrow is the day we eliminate the Vipers and bury them six feet under.
The plan is set and we’re going in during the middle of the afternoon for an alcohol delivery to surprise them.
Two prospects will be in the cab driving and four brothers are going to be hiding out in the back of the trailer behind crates and boxes.
The rest of us are going to be on the south wall along the chained linked fence waiting for the signal.
We’ll cut the metal and storm the clubhouse guns blazing.
It was made very clear to everyone to try to not kill Hector, their president.
He is for me. I want to take my time with him before I cut his head off.
The Vipers are up to something, but we can’t figure it out at the moment.
They aren’t using any internet or mobile connections that we’re monitoring.
Hawk and Raegan both think they’ve figured out that they’re being bugged and are holding everything close to the vest. After tomorrow it won’t matter, but I still hate not knowing what my enemies are doing.
Raegan and I have been like two passing ships in the night.
I’ve been so consumed with ending this war with the Vipers that I haven’t seen much of her.
I know she’s working on something massive but isn’t saying a word.
The one time I saw Sutton in passing, I’d asked her if she knew anything and she said she didn’t.
I’ve seen some camera equipment on her nightstand of side of the bed, so she must be doing some type of surveillance on someone.
Trick is still keeping a watchful eye on her, but has no idea what she is doing either.
Every time I ask she just shrugs it off and says that we’ll talk about it after I’m done with my project.
Tonight, we’re having a few beers and settling our nerves before we go to battle.
The guys have been working tirelessly making sure our surveillance is correct and that we’re able to get into their compound without being detected.
They deserve to chill for a few hours, and I’m more than happy to let them blow off some steam.
I’m sitting down at a table with Reaper, Havoc, Brass, and my brother Blaze. We’re on our third round of beers and shooting the shit when a drunk Twitch comes over to the table with a new club whore sucking on his neck.
“How are you holding up being on this side of the fence?” Brass asks Blaze, who’s been out of prison for almost two weeks now.
Blaze picks up his beer and raises it in the air.
“Better than it was before I went in.” He takes a long pull from his bottle and continues.
“Having a wife and little girl to come home to every night is something I never thought I’d want.
As a teenager, I didn’t even think that I’d live to be twenty-five much less have one single pussy to satisfy me, but I can’t even glance at another woman in that way.
” He looks over at the whore sitting on Twitch’s lap and then back at us.
“When you’ve found the one nothing else compares. ”
“Jesus man, did you become some type of counselor in the joint or what?” Reaper ribs him.
“Dude, just wait, when the right one comes along you’ll be just as whipped as I am,” Blaze throws back. He checks something on his phone and then stands. “Alright ladies, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And with that he pats me on the back and heads out the door of the clubhouse.
“I’m pretty sure Blaze left his balls in prison.” Reaper laughs and then motions for another beer from the bar.
Tessa comes strutting over barely in any clothes and won’t stop eyeing me.
Every time I get up to get another beer or take a leak, she’s right there in my face.
There are more than enough guys here to entertain, and she’s still holding out to get my attention.
When is the bitch going to learn to leave me alone?
Every one of these Sweetbutts know to steer clear, especially after my little wildcat’s display of possessiveness.
Raegan’s Ol’ Lady cut was completed yesterday, and I can’t wait to give it to her tomorrow. We’re having a party to celebrate the occasion. I’m bringing in our tattoo artist to ink her perfect little body with my name on it.
“So, where’s our queen tonight? Thought she’d be here?” Brass asks after Tessa finally leaves after no one pays her any mind.
I’m about to answer when Reaper pipes up for me.
“She’s out racing tonight.”
“The fuck she is!” I snap. No way this is the first I’m hearing about this. I’m not the least bit happy about it. “What do you mean she’s out racing?”
Reaper stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“Dude, I spoke with Trick earlier before we started drinking, he argued you knew all about it. Raegan assured him that it was approved by you. It’s Raegan, Trick, and Sutton out there.”
The name Sutton perks up Havoc and puts him on high alert.
“Fuck!” Havoc and I both say at the same time.
I whip my phone out to dial Raegan’s number. Six rings later, her voicemail picks up.
“Do you know where the race is being held tonight?”
“Yeah, somewhere off Highway 70.”
I look over at Reaper, “Get Trick on the fucking phone and find out where the hell they are and tell them to stay put until we get there.”
We stand up and make our way out to the bikes. Christ, I’m going to make her ass so raw she won’t be able to put those tight jeans on she wears for racing.
“Trick’s not answering, Prez,” Reaper calls out as he jumps on his bike.
“I’ll try Sutton and if she doesn’t answer I can get Hawk to trace their phones.”
Wildcat knows we’ve got something going down tomorrow and need everyone close. Why did she run off without telling me about this race?
* * *
Raegan has been up to something this past week and is avoiding my questions about what she’s doing.
Her answers are always the same, just doing my job, but then won’t elaborate.
I know it’s got to do with something either with her mother or her stepdad.
I’m almost tempted to reach out and enlist Ivy if she doesn’t start talking soon. I’m starting to worry.
Tonight, Raegan and I are going to a secret race that’s outside of the city. I know that a lot of money is involved and the winner walks away with a mint. Trick was bragging about Raegan winning last time and that she’ll be hard to beat again if she races like she did weeks ago.
I still will never get use to the fact that quiet little Raegan Walker is a closet speed racer and world class hacker. I guess it goes to show you can’t judge a book by its cover!
Although, I’ve got my own closet of secrets I’m hiding too.
I’m in desperate need to make a lot of money to escape this town.
I finally broke down and told Raegan I needed money.
She offered to give me whatever I needed, but I couldn’t use our friendship like that.
When the mention of the race came up, she said it was a sure bet and that I’d have more than enough for what I needed.
I’m running out of time. This is my last resort for freedom.
We cross over a wooden bridge and Raegan tells me that this is where she met Havoc and Riot.
I’ve learned a lot about Havoc through Raegan and even though they once dated, I don’t feel any jealousy when she tells stories about their time together.
They rag on each other pretty hard and don’t let things slide when one is out of line.
We pull up to the race to see a lot of cars and motorcycles lined up along the road. Trick, our keeper, parks next to us and hops off his bike, looking around the crowd of over a hundred. He’s not in his cut to be as discrete as possible without more brothers here.
“You sure Prez is okay with this?” he asks Raegan as she places her helmet on over her wig to conceal her identity. She keeps it locked in a storage unit until race day. There is so much I’ve learned about her and am so thankful we were forced to hang out with each other.
The day after Stone returned her car that her mom and stepdad took back, he surprised her with a new car.
Raegan and I had just finished cleaning the kitchen after breakfast when Kane came through the front door.
The smile on his face gave everything away.
We followed him out the door and in the driveway sat a brand new silver 4x4 Jeep with a large red bow on the hood.
The top was down on the four door SUV and Kane had the music blaring some rap song.
Raegan was beside herself and was shocked to silence.
She inspected every inch of the car as Kane went over the specs.
When they were done, he handed her an envelope with papers.
They were copies of the bill of sale and proof that he put the car in her name only.
He wanted her to know that no one was ever going to take something from her again.
Even though she has more than enough money to purchase anything she could ever want, it was the gesture that spoke volumes.
“Of course, Trick,” Raegan responds a little too sweetly, and I’m starting to doubt it myself. But, what could go wrong at a race, right?
With her being so distant lately, I’ve tried to be the friend she’s been to me when I first came back from the mission trip from hell my father shipped me off to. Raegan and Ivy have helped me start finding my voice. I’m so grateful for it.