Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“We ain’t the OGs.” Zeke needed a goddamn answer from Rage, not a fucking history lesson from Zane. “For fuck’s sake, what’s the goddamn rumor?”
“The Demons’ territory’s been open ever since their fuckin’ demise. We missed a golden opportunity to take it the fuck ourselves.”
“Tell us the shit we don’t already fuckin’ know,” Zeke barked at Rage. He slammed his palm on the table, and yelled, “What’s the goddamn rumor?” causing all heads to twist his way.
About fucking time they paid attention to the person sitting at the head of the table.
“Word has it that Twisted Souls took over their territory in West Virginia. Got no fuckin’ doubt some of the former Demons joined them. Not sure if they’re takin’ over the Demons’ Ohio territory, too.”
That wasn’t good news. Not at fucking all. The DAMC’s territory didn’t need to be crowded by those stupid motherfuckers. “How ‘bout the territory they claimed just south of us?”
The Demons had expanded into Pennsylvania right before their club got wiped out. Because of their move north, Zak had reluctantly worked with the feds to keep a war from breaking out between the two MCs. He wanted the federal task force to do the dirty work so the DAMC wouldn’t have to.
A smart move by Zeke’s father.
“Not sure of that, Prez, but we need to keep on top of this shit. Could end up being a fuckin’ issue,” Rage stated the obvious.
Chaos shook his head. “Knew we shoulda taken that goddamn territory.”
“The OGs didn’t ‘cause it was too much for them to handle with their numbers,” Zeke reminded him.
“Coulda split it between us and the Knights.”
“At the time, the Knights didn’t wanna expand,” Zane reminded Chaos.
“Now they’re gonna regret it.”
“Now we might fuckin’ regret it, too.” Zeke hadn’t even been patched into the club yet when it all went down so he had no say at the time. Now he did. “Got more members now but thinkin’ it’s still too much territory for us to cover. Don’t give a fuck about the chapters in West Virginia or Ohio. They can keep that bullshit. But anythin’ between us and the Mason-Dixon line, man…” He shook his head.
Rage agreed. “No fuckin’ shit. That’s a whole ‘nother story.”
“Not likin’ this,” Zeke murmured, staring at the DAMC patch carved into the middle of the long table. “Not likin’ this shit one fuckin’ bit.”
The Twisted Souls were an outlaw MC that might mean trouble for his club. Zeke needed to be proactive and deal with it and not let the DAMC take hits from a rival club, like the Shadow Warriors used to do to them.
The Warriors would show up when the club least expected it, create some havoc, then disappear again. Being nomads, they didn’t have a home base, so they could strike, then go to ground easily. It made them more difficult to find and deal with.
Ultimately, in the end, they’d been handled and were a distant memory. But not before leaving scars behind on the DAMC.
They could never let that happen again.
“For fuck’s sake, all of this shit sounds like more than a rumor.” Zeke rubbed at his chest. The shit was giving him fucking heartburn.
To his right, Zane shifted in his seat. “Yeah, seems like more of a plan than a rumor. Gotta keep on top of this.”
Zeke glanced over at Rage when he said, “Know the Twisted Souls had issues with the Kings of Anarchy in the past. The Kings weren’t gonna put up with any of their bullshit, so they squeezed the Souls out of their territory. Seems like that club’s now lookin’ to go where they ain’t gonna be fucked with.”
“Of course they had to move fuckin’ west to be a thorn in our fuckin’ sides,” Wheels said at the other end of the table.
“Fuck,” Chaos groaned. “Shit’s been so goddamn peaceful. No threats, no rivals, no nothin’. Thought between us, the Knights, and the Fury up north, we had western PA locked down.”
Chaos wasn’t the only one with that thought.
“Could wait and see if they keep their shit tight and not try to encroach, or we can move on them before they expect it,” Zane suggested.
“Know my fuckin’ vote on that,” Rage grumbled. “Prez?”
Zeke sat back and once again stared at the carving in the center of the table.
It wasn’t only his club family they had to protect, but he now had a son. He might not have known him for very long, but no matter what, Ledger was blood. His blood.
And Zeke would die for him. He’d also kill for him.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.
But guaranteed, if the Souls fucked with them, they’d regret it.
“Thinkin’ I should have a sit down with the Souls’ prez. Maybe pass on a warnin’. No reason to start a fuckin’ war ’til there’s a reason. The Demons never really fucked with us, so the Souls might keep to their fuckin’ selves. If not, we’ll handle ‘em like the OGs handled the Warriors.”