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)
“It’s also not an ask.”
One side of Russo’s mouth pulled up. “No, it isn’t. Glad we could come to an agreement. Now, I have other important business to attend to. Take your son and leave. While you still can.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“You good, lil dude?”
“Yeah,” Ledger answered as his little legs tried to match Zeke’s pace.
But Zeke was on a fucking mission: to get them the hell out of there while they were both still breathing.
While he didn’t give Russo an official answer about allowing the Souls free rein in DAMC’s territory, he had no doubt the Souls would do it anyway. They expected La Cosa Nostra to protect them.
Knowing that, Zeke let Russo assume he wasn’t going to make trouble for the Souls. Or do anything to stop them.
But fuck if they were going to allow it, even if it meant making enemies of that goddamn MC. He didn’t give a fuck about them. If needed, the Knights and Fury would have their backs.
However, the mob breathing down their necks and creating havoc would be a fucking problem.
He really didn’t want another damn war like the OGs dealt with when it came to the Warriors. And taking on the Mafia was not at the top of his to-do list. The amount of scratch behind their criminal organization could totally decimate his club.
His father had partnered with the federal task force all those years ago for a damn good reason. At the time, Zeke had been against it, but now it was obvious that Zak was smart in doing so. The DAMC couldn’t take on the partnership of the Demons and a long-armed, well-funded organization like La Cosa Nostra on their own and survive.
The DAMC officers needed to make a plan. They might even have to pull in the Shadows and figure out how to keep everyone safe if—fuck that—when they put their boot down. Because there was no fucking way he was letting the Souls run drugs—meth, fentanyl, or even fucking aspirin—through their goddamn territory. It would not only draw attention from the state and local pigs, but the feds, too.
Add in the fact the Angels wouldn’t financially benefit from the drug running in any way?
Fuck that shit.
Fuck the Twisted Souls.
And fuck La Cosa Nostra.
When they reached his sled, he realized he had no way to safely transport Ledger back to Shadow Valley.
For fuck’s sake. He had been so focused on getting to his son he hadn’t thought about how he’d get him home.
His answer came when a blacked-out GMC Yukon Denali screeched to a halt next to him and the passenger door flew open.
Luckily, it was Vi who jumped out instead of some government pigs wearing wind jackets with three large, yellow letters on the back.
He saw through the open door that the new guy, Reaper, was in the driver’s seat.
With a frown, Vi’s eyes landed on the warehouse. “What’s this place?”
“Ain’t havin’ that discussion here. Let’s get the fuck outta here and get back to the clubhouse.”
Her gaze dropped to Ledger, who was as wired as the rest of them but solely due to a sugar overdose.
“You grab a car seat?” he asked her.
“No. As soon as Zane called me, we rushed to get here.”
“Needs one.”
She rolled her eyes. “Him riding in an armored vehicle is helluva lot better than him riding on your sled without a damn helmet. At least he’ll have on a seatbelt.”
True.
“Would you rather wait for Ky to come with her vehicle and car seat?”
Point taken. “Fuck no. Let’s go.” He handed Ledger off to Vi. “You’re goin’ with Aunt Vi, lil dude.”
“Want more jelly beans, Daddy!”
“Gonna have to ask your mom.” The fuck if he was giving the kid any more sugar.
Ledger pouted, but went with Vi anyway. She strapped him into the back seat.
Zeke leaned into the front passenger seat and met Reaper’s eyes. “Make sure you don’t even get into a minor fender bender. Don’t need to give his mother another fuckin’ reason to kill me.”
Reaper only gave him an answering chin lift.
“He’ll drive carefully,” Vi assured him as she climbed back into the passenger seat and secured her own seat belt.
“Gonna follow you back to Church.”
“How about we follow you instead?” Vi suggested. “You don’t have eyes on the back of your thick skull.”
He didn’t give a fuck who followed who, he just wanted to get Ledger back to his mother. “Call Ky and tell her we got Ledger and we’re on our way back.” With that, he strode to his sled and a minute later, they were getting the fuck out of there.
After forty-five minutes, they were finally parked in the fenced lot behind the clubhouse, and before he could even swing a leg over his bike, Kyra was bursting through the back door with Zane and Rage in her wake.