34. Not Going To Happen!
CHAPTER 34
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
Leo
"What the fuck are you talking about? There's no way I'm just going to let you go to the Hands of Hell clubhouse. That shit's not happening, Nisa." I push up from my seat so hard, it goes flying back into the wall.
When Phoenix and her came up with this plan to get close to Marc so we can take them out, the Hands of Hell had nothing to do with it. I'd never have agreed if they did.
"Leo, you know it's not my choice. If we want Marc to believe I'm really on his team, I'm going to have to do some things you don't like."
"I don't like? This has nothing to do with things I don't like. This is fucking suicide. Or homicide because if I have to go in there to rescue you I'll have to kill one of those motherfuckers." I snarl.
"Bro, what's going on?" Rumble stands looking between Nisa and me.
"She wants to have a meeting with the president of Hands of Hell." I say and hear the grumbles and gasps among my club.
"I don't want to. I have to, there's a difference." Nisa defends herself.
"Kid, you don't know how dangerous they are." Spike adds.
"I don't. That's why I need you to tell me what I'm about to get into." Nisa turns in his direction. This isn't going how I thought it would. I don't want her in danger at all. I've had just about enough of this shit.
"I said no. It's final." With that, I storm out of the kitchen and toward my room. Nisa rushes up behind me and grabs my arm before I can get too far.
"Leo, listen to me."
"No, I'm not going to listen to you. I'm not because you don't even know what you're saying. If you knew half the things I knew about the hands of hell you'd never ask me to let you go."
She takes a breath and reaches up with trembling hands to cup my face. "You're right, on any normal day I'd never ask you to let me do this. If this was anyone other than Marc, I'd tell him to go to hell, but it's not. I want this to be over. I want this dark cloud to move from above us. You have to let me do this. Trust me, Leo. I'm coming home to you. The same way I trust that you'll always come home to me." I see the sincerity in her eyes.
What the hell is wrong with me. Just tell her no.
I growl loud and squeeze my eyes shut as I fight against what I know is right and what I want to do. "If they hurt one hair on your fucking head..."
"They won't. I'm not going there to start trouble. Just to talk."
I shake my head in disdain. The people that run with the Hands of Hell MC aren't the type to just talk. They're all about action. It's their fucking motto. Destruction by their hands. "I still don't feel good about this."
"I know it Leo. I know." She nods her head and leans up on her tip toes so she can brush a soft kiss against my lips.
When the hell did I get so weak? How does one little kiss from her get me to calm down like this.
"Now, tell me what I need to know. Keep me safe with knowledge." She smiles and takes a step back, waiting for me to spill my guts.
"You have to play like you're uninterested, and you can't walk in there scared, or they'll be all over you." I start, giving Nisa and Phoenix everything I know about the Hands of Hell MC. They are an intense club, but only if they sense weakness. If they see Nisa as strong and maybe even protected by Marc, I'm hopeful they won't mess with her too much.
It's one thing to go to war with Marc. I don't think my club is going to come out in one piece if we go to war with the Hands of Hell too.
"What else?" Nisa leans in closer as if she is more interested in what I'm saying than the fact that I'm about to send her into the worst place I could ever send her.
"What the hell do you mean, what else?" I sigh and rub my fingers against the bridge of my nose. Nothing about this feels right. It feels like I'm being shoved into a corner. All I want to do is lash out.
I know it's not her fault, but I don't know who else to blame.
If she hadn't gotten mixed up with Marc in the first place, I wouldn't have to deal with this.
"Leo, everything is going to be fine."
"How the hell do you know that?" I squint at her. "How can you be sure that everything is going to be okay? You don't know these people the way I know them." I shake my head, hoping she gets what I'm trying to say to her.
"I know it's going to be okay because I know what I have to lose. I know what's at stake. I'm going to come back to you. Back to my family." She leans over and puts her hands on my forearm. Just that one touch is enough to force me to calm down—just enough for me to realize that this isn't all about what I'm feeling but about my family.
I still have to deal with Spike's ex. I still have to deal with Phoenix. And I still have to deal with the fact that other clubs are coming after us. But at least I know for sure that Nisa is strong enough to do this.
"Okay, I know a few more things. I just hope you're not going to have to use any of them."
I let everything out. I tell Nisa all about the secret passageway in the back of the Hands of Hell clubhouse. I've never seen it myself, but I've heard people talking about it. Apparently, it was put there in case their clubhouse was burned down, leaving them no way to get out.
Apparently, the president has a real issue with fire. Doesn't make sense that his club name is Hands of Hell, but that's his problem.
I tell her about the few members that I know about. She is focused, taking everything I'm giving her into her head.
By the time it's over, all I can do is hope that she's got everything she needs to get out of the Hands of Hell without being injured.
Finally, looking at the clock, I see that it's time for her to get ready to leave.
Everything in me really wants to stop her. Wants to go in her place. But I can't.
"Let me get dressed. I'll meet you outside." Nisa stands, gives me a kiss, and smirks over her shoulder before she walks over to the bedroom to get dressed.
I let my head fall back and groan at the ceiling. I hate everything about this, but it's already happening.
Rumble walks over to me and stands right in front of me. I can tell by the look on his face that he's not happy about what's about to go down either.
"Maybe some of us should go to the Hands of Hell clubhouse, just in case shit goes bad."
I shake my head. "We can't. If they come out and see any of us in the vicinity, they might take it out on her. The last thing I want to deal with right now is some sort of hostage situation with my ol' lady."
Rumble sighs and looks down. There's something else on his mind, but I don't have the fucking patience to let him process his feelings.
"Spit it out," I bark in his direction.
"What the hell are we going to do about Jayne? You know if Spike figures out we've got her holed up, he's going to lose his shit."
"You think I haven't been thinking about that? We have to find the right time to tell him what's going on. Right now isn't the time." I wave my hand in Rumble's direction before I walk away from him.
I want to spend as much time as I possibly can with my woman.
Who knows if this is going to be the last time I get to see her?
I hope nothing crazy happens, but I can't be sure.
When I went against my promise to stay away from his sister, I didn't think I'd be in a position to lose her so quickly.
She has to come back to me.
I don't know if I'll survive if I lose her now.