Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
I’m someone’s wife. Wow. Wife. Not just old lady. And it feels really good.
But there’s an alarm going off.
Is that in my head? When Skyler lets me go from his searing claiming of my mouth, I realize it’s a phone. Prez is glaring at his device.
“Well, timing is everything,” he looks at me and Skyler. “The meeting with her father is in an hour. The plan is in motion.”
Skyler’s spine snaps straight, before I know what he’s doing he’s hustling me out of the commons room, down a long hallway.
“Wait. Where are we going?”
“You’re going to the armory to be locked in behind a triple-thick steel door.”
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” I drag my borrowed combat boots on the floor. “What plan was he talking about?”
Skyler whirls around, breathing heavily, eyes full of fire. “We’re taking the Dagger Boys down.”
“Down? Down? What do you mean?” I gasp.
He hesitates. “I’m not going to assassinate your father if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You… you’re going after the whole club?”
“We’re running them out of the area.”
I feel myself go pale. “Do you really think this is possible?”
He’s not pale or even worried.
“We’ve got a lot of resources. Prez has the perfect plan. And…” Touching my face, his voice drops low. “I’m paying your father the money he wanted from the Italian.”
“You know how much that is!?” I shriek. “Are you crazy? Do not pay him!”
“Baby, I’d pay any fucking amount to keep him away from you forever. I just need you to trust me on this.”
My stomach is a pretzel, my heart laying on the floor. “I’m scared for you.”
“I’ve got the brothers, you know what a group of men like this is capable of. Now, I need you to wait in the armory until this is done.”
”I want to go with you.” Before he can drag me into the armory, I turn and run. All the way to the commons room.
There’s a gathering of club members—big, hulking men in cuts—all hunched together over a map. I bust right into the middle of them.
“I’ve got the best inside information. What do you need to know?”
Skyler stomps into the room, bellowing my name. “Gigi Snow!”
Ignore. Ignore.
Although thinking about changing my name makes me light-as-a-feather.
“What about this building?” one of the Kings of Darkness men asks me as he taps an oil-stained finger on the map.
“That is where they store all the whiskey for the clubs and bars they operate.”