Tamara （Tammy） Wilson
A fter receiving the call that Harley and Rage had been taken, I knew it was time to reach out to Killer. I knew he wasn’t dead; luckily, I had connections with all sorts of people including some of Killer’s trusted men and one of them let me know he was back but going underground.
I wasn’t worried about him until David killed Lilian and Harley landed in my lap. Then, Killer reached out to me and made a deal for Harley. He had a buyer, but she needed to be educated, which meant I had to get the little bitch caught up in school. I never expected her to have the balls to run, but she is Lilian’s child, so I guess I should’ve known better.
After showing myself to Harley and letting her know she lost everything, I leave the disgusting cage room and find Killer waiting by the main door to the building he owns. “We are even now,” he tells me.
I scoff. “Only because you forced me to back out and lose my part of the earnings.”
A small smirk forms on his lips, “You failed to begin with, Tamara. You lost Harley and we almost lost this opportunity. I should kill you for it.”
A shiver works down my spine, “But you won’t.” I push as much confidence into my voice as I can, even as I tremble inside. He could kill me. It’s why we ran the second I realized Killer was back. I lost us a huge deal and now he has been able to get it back since he got his hands on Harley.
“No. But don’t push it. Fuck up one more time, and I won’t care about my respect for Richard’s father. I will chop your head off and mount it on the fucking wall.”
Keeping my head held high, I leave without another word to our stolen car, where Richard waits in the driver seat.
“Everything good?” he asks.
“He made me back out of our part of the deal since it’s our fault Harley got away to begin with. What are we going to do? That was a large amount of money, Richard. Taking down the club is going to take a lot of work, and we will need all we can get.”
“Breathe, baby. We will be fine with the money coming in from Tabby. We still have two more payments. And once we start with our plan in Jacksonville, we’ll get whatever we want.”
Nodding, I take out my phone and start going over the blueprints we got of all the club’s businesses. After we get settled back home, the fun part can begin. One thing at a time, and then Jacksonville will be run by us, like it always should have been.