“Kace is right. Let’s get everyone here tomorrow before we make our move. We can’t take any risks,” Zane says, squeezing his neck.
Everyone is tense and that’s never good. We need to have a solid plan before we step foot near that dilapidated building of theirs.
“How the fuck are we going to take them all out? It’s damn near impossible,” Porter says.
He’s right it is. The fear of the aftermath of attacking first is twisting my gut. There’s so much on the line. The Raging Devils will do anything to make us suffer. I’ve heard awful things about them kidnapping innocents and torturing them before finally killing them. I’ve seen firsthand the missing fingers, hands, and burnt flesh from other MCs that they’ve gone against. When we ran them out last time for drugs they weren’t as ruthless as they are now.
“We take out Hawk, Bane, Damon, and Casper. They are the ones in control. The rest of the club are a bunch of young kids who do as they’re told. They aren’t smart enough to know what to do without the leadership,” Riley explains.
“Fuck, I hate to admit it, but Riley’s right. The only way to end this threat is to get rid of the leadership. It’s not gonna be easy. We need a solid plan,” Brooks says keeping his hands fisted on the table.
“What if we set them up?” Zane asks. I turn my head to him and he lifts his shoulders. “We tell Hawk and Bane we need to talk. They’ll bring Damon and Casper for protection. We kill them as they walk in.”
We all look around at each other. I play with my lip ring, uncertain of what I think. Enzo sighs as he looks at Brooks. “It’s fucking risky, but it might be the only way.”
“It’s all fucking risky,” I say.
Zane nods his head toward me before glancing at Brooks. “Look if we don’t make the first move, we’ll end up dead. It’s worth the risk.”
“If it doesn’t work, we’re in deeper than we already are,” Brooks comments.
“That could be true, but if we sit back and wait we look like pussies. Shattered Souls are not pussies,” Alex growls.
I light another cigarette and look around. “Pick a spot that is secluded but that we know. Brooks, Enzo, and Z will wait while the rest of us are just out of sight. I’ll take the first shot, which will catch them off guard and you three have the opportunity to kill them while they’re stunned,” I suggest.
Z looks at me and I notice the uncertainty in his eyes, but he nods. “Yeah, lets fucking do it.”
“Christ get everyone here. No moves will be made until everyone is safe here. Go home, pack up. Come back tonight or tomorrow the latest. Once we have everyone here, I’ll make the goddamn phone call.” He sighs running his hands through his hair. “Go!”
Uncertain of it all, we walk out. I grab Z’s arm letting everyone walk past us. “I’ll come to your place first.”
He nods and we all leave. Normally, I have no fear going in on a plan, but this is different. This has us all questioning the outcome and that shit never ends well. I need to talk with Zane about making sure everyone is confident going in. I also need to prepare for Ivy because she’ll be here soon. This is not how I wanted it to be when she came back.
We walk into Z’s house and he grabs us each a beer. “I texted Harper, she’ll be home from Souls Two soon,” he says, popping the top off the beer.
“Z, we need to make sure we all go in confident. There’s too much uncertainty,” I say, tossing back the beer.
He sits down, leaning back in the kitchen chair. “Yeah, I know, brother. Once everyone is safe at Souls, I think we’ll all feel better.”
I fucking hope he’s right, because I’m not sure I’ll feel much better even with Ivy at Souls. I blow out a breath and nod. “Yeah alright.”
Zane grins as he finishes off his beer. “Listen, I know you’re unsure because of Ivy, but you can’t let that shit get the best of you. You’re the one who was always kicking my ass to handle everything with Kingsley. You told me not to get into my head. Take your own damn advice. Don’t hide out here. Go home, wait for Ivy, and talk to her. She’s stronger than you give her credit for.”
“Fuck you, I’m not hiding. I wanted to make sure we were both confident in the plan. I don’t need advice on what to do with Ivy.” I stand up and grin at him. “Thanks for always giving a shit though.”
When I get home, I try to clean up the best I can. Even clean this place looks like a shit hole. Once this situation is taken care of, I need to focus on making this house livable for a baby. My phone rings and I grab it off the counter, smiling when I see it’s Ivy.
“Hey sweetheart.”
“Hey, I’m almost there. Do you want me to stop and grab a pizza? I’m starving,” she says.
“You just get here safely. I’ll call and order pizza.”
After we hang up, I order some pizza and make sure that there’s enough water to get her through the night. Tomorrow they can all stock up at Souls. Tonight, I need to talk to Ivy and fucking hope she sees that I will protect her and the baby with my last dying breath.
When Ivy came walking through the door it was like all the fear, I was feeling lifted. I felt centered and ready for whatever the fuck is thrown at me. Now we are sitting in the living room finishing up the dinner as I try to keep my dick from being in charge. I need to talk to her before I fuck her the way we both need. As much as I don’t want to have this conversation, I need to fucking man up and just do it.
I turn slightly on the couch so I’m facing her and give her a reassuring grin. I rest my hand on my knees, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We need to talk, sweetheart.”