Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Tombstone
“Something about this doesn’t sit right with me,” Hellhound mutters, glancing around the room of the clubhouse, speaking my own thoughts.
“You’re right,” I grunt and lean back in my seat and take a sip of my beer, though I’d prefer it to be liquor.
Right now, I’ve gotta be on my game, waiting for this bullshit raid to be over with.
Reaper and Angel should be back any time now, and all the ol’ ladies are out of the building except for Stella, and she’s in my VP’s room.
With the impending ‘raid’, which I call bullshit on, we didn’t want any of them near the clubhouse.
It’s why I called my woman and told her to keep her ass home, and Hellhound ordered Ghost and Diablo to stay with Isabelle and Ivy at the garage.
They would be safer there than here and they wouldn’t have to witness what I’m sure will happen.
We’ve got a pretty good relationship with the police here, but that don’t mean the ones coming won’t do shit that could potentially scare them.
From the message I received a while ago, it wasn’t the usual team they use but ATF. We could be in for a rude awakening.
Meeting Scythe’s gaze as he lifts his head from the laptop in front of him, I cock my head slightly seeing the look in his eyes.
“What’s up?”
“I’m still trying to figure out this shit with Juniper.
And how she could’ve gotten in the clubhouse a week ago.
Surveillance footage doesn’t show her coming in, but it shows her leaving.
I keep thinking about what that fucker who hit Stella said, and I know it’s fuckin’ her, but I don’t know how the bitch got in here without anyone seeing her. ”
That very thing has bugged the shit out of me as well. Sutton had been livid, ready to commit murder when I told her about Juniper and my suspicions. I’m sure she was hurt to know she was friends with a bitch who could do something like this. Or at least be a suspect for it.
According to Sutton, when Ivy was hurt, her and the rest of her girls made somewhat of a claim to who they thought was hottest and wouldn’t mind sleeping with.
As she put it, she of course said me, but Juniper picked Hellhound and Angel both.
And the fact Hellhound ended up with Isabelle ticked Juniper off.
I guess Angel brushing her off and falling for Stella pissed her off even more.
“We’ll have to deal with her after this shit is over with,” Styxx sneers from next to his brother, eyes pointed up to the ceiling as he stretches out in the chair, seemingly bored. Those who know the man learn to think otherwise. He could easily attack like a viper lying in wait.
“We will,” I agree, nodding slightly.
The door we all use is thrown open and in steps our Prez and VP.
“Cops are pulling in,” Reaper snarls, with a curl of his lip.
Great. Here we go. Let’s hope they don’t trash the place in the process.