Chapter 11 #2
Mad Dog was one of the men who appeared ready to get his hands dirty. To be fair, the man was always in the mood for that. “I was there. The ware is completely unfit to run a pack, let alone put his hands on an omega. Our president’s omega at that.”
Donner leaned back in his chair and folded his hands onto his chest. “We don’t even know if the girl is an omega. She might just be an imposter. Until she changes, she’s just a human snatch, and not worth fighting over.”
Dom and Mad Dog gave low growls, warning the newcomer to watch his tone around their alpha. The rest of the room quietly looked on, waiting to see how I would respond to our newest brother’s words.
“Whether she is or isn’t an omega, isn’t up for debate,” Blitz interrupted then. “Cat belongs to our Prez and Kane threatened her. For that, he’s gotta pay. Anything less would shame us and our club.”
“I’m just saying, a human ain’t worth a prolonged blood feud,” Donner intoned with a dismissive shrug. “You know what they say: If the bitch ain’t ware, we don’t care. Sometimes, even when she is, we don’t,” he jested with a snicker.
Mad Dog grasped the table, his fingers biting into the wood, steadying himself so he didn’t erupt out of his seat. “What kind of limp dick doesn’t back his Prez when his woman, human or ware, is threatened?”
That insult didn’t go over so well with Donner. “Ain’t no limp dick, Mad Dog. I’m just not interested in a fight that’s not mine.”
Mad Dog snorted. “That’s exactly something a limp dick would say.”
Before Donner could shoot off a response, Blitz reminded our brother, “Packs stick together. We don’t fight alone.
We stand as one. If you aren’t interested in that kind of loyalty, Brother, there’s the door.
You can find yourself a nice, safe pack to join.
One that never fights. Let me know how that works out for you. ”
The men around the table laughed and Donner’s face twisted with anger. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just offering up some common sense, is all.”
“Noted,” I said, calmly. I wanted to smooth things over so we could get back on track, but I wouldn’t forget Donner’s remarks, which didn’t sit right with me and were borderline disloyal.
“Now, back to what’s important here: killing Kane.
If anyone has any suggestions on how to get to the motherfucker, I’m all ears. ”
Smokey, having bided his time for just such a moment, said, “Los Lobos just opened a tattoo parlor over on 8th and Vine in Harrisburg. I can’t imagine the place is any good, as it’s run by those crooked bastards, but it might get even worse after a canister of gasoline is tossed through their window late one night. Preferably with Kane inside of it.”
I chuckled at my brother’s colorful statement.
“That might be too blunt an approach, Smokey. I’m thinking we need something a little more subtle.
Something that will draw the asshole out.
I want the fucker and his piece of shit club to challenge us directly.
Right now, he’s going to be holed up like the coward he is.
We need to push his buttons in a way that will force him to fight back and won’t drag other packs into our dispute. ”
Unfortunately, I’m not sure Kane cared about anything enough, besides himself, to fight over it.
The ware was the ultimate lone wolf. Though he was the leader of a pack, it was in name only.
Either way, the MC was a cancer in the shifter community and needed to be stopped.
I’d known it for some time, as did my brothers.
Now, there was reason to act, to put the diseased pack down like a sick dog.
Los Lobos, once a respected MC, had degenerated into a rag-tag army of strays over the years.
The only thing that banded them together now was power and greed.
They were as far from a real pack as could be.
There wasn’t an ounce of loyalty amongst their ilk.
They were only cutthroats and thieves who benefited from the protection that only a pack could provide.
The men took turns floating ideas of how best to attack Los Lobos then, but nothing was mentioned that I hadn’t already thought of.
Although it wasn’t groundbreaking, hurting the pack by hurting their financial bottom line was definitely something I could get behind.
It just wasn’t the end goal, which was to totally annihilate their worthless MC until every last one of them was running for their lives.
Except Kane. When I was done with him, the ware wouldn’t be running anywhere.
He’d be laying stone cold dead in a ditch on the side of the road.
Let his corpse serve as a reminder to others about what happened when you fucked with a Night Stalker’s mate.
“What about the girl?” Donner interjected, having remained quiet since Mad Dog had accused him of being a limp dick.
“What about her?” I returned, irritated that he should put his two cents in again, after being nothing but trouble tonight.
Donner smiled. But it was more predatory than joyful. “Kane seems to care about her.”
I didn’t like where this was headed. “Kane doesn’t care about anyone. So-the-fuck what?” I blustered, ready to cave the man’s head in if he started in on me about Cat not being “worth it” again.
“OK, but Kane’s interested enough in the bitch to keep showing up wherever she is. We should use her to draw him out,” the ware coldly suggested.
“You want me to use my woman, my mate, as bait?” I returned, anger fast creeping up my chest.
Everyone was silent now. The idea, it was obvious, was an intriguing one, but it was also dangerous. Especially with Cat being an omega.
“Why the fuck not?” Donner idly tossed back. “She’s what he wants. Why not exploit that and use her to draw the motherfucker out of hiding.”
“What kind of man uses his woman as bait?” Mad Dog hissed, his tone beyond pissed. It was becoming crystal clear that Mad Dog and Donner were not going to be the best of friends.
“The smart kind,” Donner returned, not a hint of sarcasm or shame in his words.
Tossing a look at my VP, I could tell my brother was chewing this suggestion over. Per usual, the man didn’t reveal whether he liked or hated the concept, just that he was considering it.
“Speak,” I barked, when he remained quiet for too long.
Blitz chose his words carefully. “It could work,” he said, and I began to growl low and deep. “If,” he added, “Cat was never actually in harm’s way. What if we tricked Kane and let him think the girl was vulnerable, but it was all a ruse?”
Mad Dog visibly relaxed when our brother made clear that Cat wouldn’t be in any danger. The only place that brother had any softness was when it came to women. The thought of one being used carelessly, even one that didn’t belong to him, was unthinkable to him.
Digesting my Blitz’s words, I slowly began to nod. “If there’s no possible way Cat could be hurt, I’d consider the idea.”
The men around the table nodded their approval. It seems, despite his sour attitude, Donner had come in handy.
“This idea deserves some careful thought,” Blitz continued, his brow furrowed. “It’s not something we can just rush into.”
I agreed. “Let’s table this discussion until Cat is officially under my care. Until then, keep your eyes open for members of Los Lobos around town. If you see one in our area, don’t hesitate to teach them a lesson.”
The men pounded their heavy fists on the table at the idea of sanctioned violence.
Maybe it was a ware thing. We certainly liked a good fight.
But it was also a biker thing, too. The deadly combo, as dark as it might be, fueled our need to lash out and protect what was ours with brute force whenever possible.
Slapping my own hand down on the table, I informed my pack, “I’m going to carefully consider everything that was said here tonight. When I make a final decision, I’ll let you degenerates know. Until then, if nobody has anything to add, this meeting is dismissed.”