CHAPTER 14
*~* Breaker *~*
Whack calls all officers to church for a special meeting. I’m sure it’s to do with Para of the Cobra’s since we just sent him pieces of his men. The seven officers not including Whack, of course, take a seat and wait for the meeting to start.
“Okay, I’ve called this meeting because Para has been in touch. He wants a meeting with me, but I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. It’s time this war ended, and I’m more than happy to take out the whole Cobra MC if needed.”
“What did he say, Pres?” Griller asks.
Whack rubs the back of his neck, but smirks. “He wasn’t happy that Fink was sent back in six pieces or that he had parts of his other men. He was rather irate.”
I can’t help but chuckle and look at Cannon who is rubbing his hand over his mouth to stop his laughter from showing.
“Well, he wants a meet to stop the war between our clubs. I think it’s a trap, so it’s a case of do we set a trap for a trap, or say fuck you we are not interested?” Whack looks from one of us to the other.
“I think we should sit quietly for now, watch, listen, and learn. They will make mistakes, and we pick them off one at a time as they make those mistakes. If we always travel in twos or more, then we’ll always have someone at our backs.
” I look around and all but Whack are nodding their heads in agreement.
“We could invite the fucker onto our territory, our out-of-town place where nothing will be seen or heard. We could take him out and anyone with him,” Bank suggests.
“Yeah, I like that idea,” Pens adds to the conversation. “You know he’d probably bring a lot of men with him.”
Bull chuckles, “Well, I’d know how many before he reaches the property ‘cause I’ve hidden cameras all over that place.”
Saddle taps his knuckles on the table. “I could go out there and take Bri, make out we’re on vacation. She’s good with the rifle I gave her so she’d not be useless.”
“Don’t let her hear you say that, Saddle. Fuck’s sake, man, do you want to be on her shit list for the rest of your life?” I laugh and shake my head at the thought.
Bank gives Saddle a filthy look, full of disgust. “Keep your thoughts in your head. Man, if you fuck off Bri, then Marcia would be pissed off too.”
We all know Bri and Marcia are close, and as they are the only two old ladies in the club, we all are careful when around them. But, Saddle and Bank watch each other in case they piss off their women. If one is upset, the other seems to catch that vibe.
“That’s not a bad idea, but we’d have to have a good plan in place.” Whack looks to us all for our acceptance of the idea. Once we’ve all given him a slight nod, or lifted a hand to show we are in on the idea he nods.
That’s when the discussion starts about how to execute a safe plan, especially for Bri, and when to invite Para. We are in church for four hours, but we have a general plan in place, and we will think on it for a few days before coming back with any tweaks we feel are needed.
“Okay, let’s move out and get something done.
Breaker, Jamie has been in touch and wants me to release Molly from the clubhouse because she’s going to be the practice manager.
She needs her living at the house next to the practice.
I told her I’d speak to you, but as far as I see it the kitchen duty can be called done.
She’s not caused us any problems. No sign of the fuckin’ sister either.
So, our thoughts on using Molly to draw out the bitch could work if Molly is working for Jamie,” Whack is looking at me as he tells me all this.
“Okay, I’m good with that if we have a prospect or brother watching her 24/7.
We can grab the bitch before she does any damage to the practice or Molly.
I’ll speak to Jamie, too.” Whack gives me a sign to go ahead and then closes the meeting.
We all know Officer’s meetings are not for general discussion in the club, and brothers know not to ask.
I make my way out of the clubhouse after popping my head into the kitchen, where Molly is arguing with the club girls, and it’s amusing as they are talking about changing the name from evening meal to supper.
I don’t think anyone will worry that Molly calls it supper?
It's good food, and that’s all we care about.
When she leaves, we are going to miss her cooking.
Maybe I’ll tell Jamie she can’t go work for her until she’s done her punishment?
That way we have another week of supper worth eating.
“Shut the fuck up…” I snap as I step into the kitchen. “If Molly wants to call it supper, then it’s supper. Unless you all want to cook the evening meal, and make it fuckin’ edible?” Surprise, surprise, they all shake their heads and scurry out of the kitchen.
Molly giggles to herself mainly as she turns back to what she was doing. “Thanks, Breaker.”
“No problem, Molly. You’ve only another week and then we’ll release you to work with Jamie, but Molly you’ll have a prospect or brother near in case Carrie-Anne appears.”
Molly turns and smiles. “That’s okay. If she turns up, I’m going to kill the bitch. I’m finally getting somewhere with my life, and I’m not having her come and ruin it again. She’s done that so many times I’m not allowing her to do it again.”
“Okay, I’m outta here for now.” I have no idea why I am telling her that, but when she gives me a small smile, I can’t help but like it.
Walking into the practice, I pass Angel who is a pain in everyone’s ass, and as usual she gives that stupid stick your chest out and lick your lips ploy. It’s fuckin’ disgusting and not at all enticing.
I tap on Jamie’s office door even though it’s open. “Jamie, can I have a word?”
Jamie looks up from whatever she was doing, and sighs. “You are here about Molly aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but probably not what you think.”
Jamie surprises me when she speaks again. “Come in and close the door.”
After closing the door, I take a seat in front of Jamie’s desk before giving her all my attention.
“Jamie, Molly is clear to come work with you at the end of next week. She has to finish her kitchen duties as punishment. Once she is free of that and comes to you we will have a prospect or brother watching her. You know I presume her sister has caused a major issue for Molly, and that’s why she was kidnapped.
That threat is not entirely gone since we can’t find her sister. ”
“Okay, so basically, the sister is a threat and the people who kidnapped Molly are threats. Hmm, now we have the house ready next door. I had extra security alarms fitted to it. Do you want Bull to put any extra on in case? I know he’d probably get someone here faster than the law.
” Jamie leans forward and clasps her hands.
“Yes, but we’ll need a key. In case something happens and we can’t get in. Yeah, we can break in, but it would be faster if we had real access to the place.”
“Okay, but only use it if needed. Don’t abuse my trust, Breaker.”
“Would I do that?” If I were nine, I’d probably cross my fingers behind my back, but I’m a biker and I haven’t actually made her a promise, or given my word.
Leaving Jamie’s, I get a text message from Smoker to go to the garage. What the fuck has he found wrong with my hog. I put my girl into the garage for Smoker to give her a more thorough looking over after Fink had his dirty hands on her.
Walking into the garage, I am hailed into the office where Smoker is sitting smoking.
“Well, Breaker, I found a tracker on your hog that is not one of ours. I’ve dispensed with it and I’ve attached a new one that Bull has made.
You can take her when you are ready. Let me show you where it was, and when you have to leave her unattended check her over before you ride her. ”
“Fuckin’ assholes. I bet the fuckers were going to grab her again. As it is I’m thinking of selling her. Doesn’t feel as good now that asshole has ridden her.”
“Yeah, I can relate to that. When I was a kid someone stole my bike, and I didn’t want it after I got it back. Sold it, and got a skateboard instead.” We both laugh at the fact that he gave up a bike for a board.
“I’ll see how I feel in a few weeks, but I’m not sure I’ll keep her. If you know anyone that would be interested and give me a good price let me know.”
“Will do, Breaker. Do you want me to have the hog taken to the clubhouse?” Smoker is walking beside me as we walk out of the garage.
“Yeah, do that, or not, I’m not bothered either way. I’m thinking I’ll have to have another custom or see what takes my eye.”
Smoker grins. “I know a woman who’ll paint your tank like you’ve never seen one done before. She only ever does one of a kind. But she’s good.” Taking out his phone, Smoker passes it to me to see the work this woman has done, and I’m gonna tell you she’s damn good.
“That is a thought I can run with, Smoker.”
Walking into the clubhouse twenty minutes later, I stop when I hear voices behind the utility room door. It’s not the voices that catch my attention. It’s the fact that I hear Molly’s name.
“We have to get rid of her…”
“She thinks she’s something better than us…”
“What do you want us to do?”
“I’m not doing anything to her. She’s not done anything to us…”
“You will do as you are told…”
“No, I won’t. Molly is a good person, and if you continue to do what you are planning I’m going to tell a brother. Breaker is her protection, and I’ll tell him…”
I hear a slap and then a scuffle, and that’s when I step into the room. “Get your fucking hands off of Pattie,” I snarl, and push Floss out of my way as I take hold of Pattie and pull her behind me. “What the fuck were you all planning?”
Of course, they all try to deny doing or planning anything. But I know what I heard, and that only Pattie was saying she wouldn’t join in with whatever they were doing.
“Pattie, what were they planning?” I snarl, but can’t help that as my temper is at the end, I’m liable to snap someone’s neck in a minute.
“They wanted to put something in her drink to make her ill, and then bleach her clothes before grabbing her and throwing her into Cobra territory.” Pattie is shaking, and I can see she is frightened of the women.
I take out my phone and text Cannon and Griller.
Breaker: Get to the utility room. We have a problem.
It takes only a few minutes for them both to arrive, and I relay what I’ve been told. Both Cannon and Griller are livid and between them haul the women to Whack’s office where they are shaking in fear.
Whack doesn’t have many ways to deal with things like this.
It's torture, killing, or banning from the club and territory. I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but he had a brand made with traitor and a slash through it.
We’ve only used it once on a brother who took to stealing from us.
He was branded and dropped outside the territory and told if he came back he was a dead man.
“Put them in Floss’s room and lock them in.
Put a prospect outside the window and one outside the door.
Pattie, you go help Molly or do your duties.
We thank you for your loyalty, and it won’t be forgotten,” Whack gives all apart from Pattie a deadly look.
“I’ve not decided what I’m going to do with you as yet.
In the meantime, you will be held with three meals a day, but be ready for whatever decision I make. It will be a one and final decision.”