Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Chapter Eight
“Something’s not right,” Bull said, looking around yet another abandoned location. This one was a three-hour drive from Carnage.
Pat was tired but he couldn’t argue with his Prez. This time, only he and Bull had come out to this location.
In the past few weeks, they had taken out a lot of known locations. The deal between the club and the cartel had been running for years. So much so, they knew a lot about their enemies, possibly even too much.
“It’s quiet,” Pat said.
“No retaliation. I know we’ve got what happened to your bike, but that is all it is.” Bull put his hands on his hips and spun around. “It makes no sense.”
Pat didn’t see a reason to speak. Bull didn’t need him to say the obvious.
“They’re planning something,” Bull said.
“We already know someone is in town,” Pat said. “Or, someone in town is working for the cartel, and it is a local that has a beef with the club.”
“I checked out Dylan. He is not touching this. He is loyal to the club and to Carnage. He doesn’t want to see war on the fucking streets, and he certainly doesn’t want to take orders from people he hates more than me,” Bull said.
Pat waited. This was getting ... irksome. He expected more retaliation by now.
“What’s the word from William?” Pat asked.
“Fucker has gone missing again. Probably working for the cartel to keep his ass alive,” Bull said.
Pat shook his head. “No, he wouldn’t.”
“You believe in his bullshit.”
“I’ve watched you and Grant. Yeah, you hate each other’s guts, but if someone was to send you Grant’s head and a few pieces of his body, it would drive you crazy. You’d go hunting for him. That is what William is doing. He’s not going to turn on us. He wants blood. Cartel blood.”
Bull gritted his teeth. “You’re right. I wouldn’t settle. Not until I had Grant’s body, and everyone responsible in the ground.”
“Then you know what William is going through. He lost his brother. That is all he is dealing with.”
Bull rubbed his eyes. “Between guards for Maddie, Aria, as well as the town patrols, they’re being pushed to the breaking point. If that happens, the cartel will find it easier to ride all over us.”
“Simple, we don’t let it happen. That is all we’ve got to do,” Pat said. “Halloween is coming. Plan a big fucking party. Even the girls would like that. You know it as well as I. We can take turns caring for Lindsey.” He frowned. “Or, how do you feel about Hazel Beckett taking care of her?”
“I don’t need anyone looking after my daughter,” Bull said. “The party sounds like a good idea. Maddie and I will make it work. I don’t need a break myself, but the boys need a party. That’s what we will do.”
“We can have the arrangements all made,” Pat said. He looked around the building. “Are you wanting to keep this one?”
“No, we’re burning them all to the ground. Everything associated with the cartel is gone. No questions asked.”
They left the building, and Pat put everything in place, lighting the match that would add to the list of places they had removed from the cartel.
“For real, Pat, do you think we’re making the right decision?” Bull asked.
He turned toward his friend and President. “I don’t think we have a choice,” Pat said. “If you think about it, with the dogfighting ring, that is what started it, and now it’s going to get worse. Miguel was the start, but there is a reason your father reached out to them in the first place. Carnage is a good base to pass through. There’s plenty of places to hide shit, and to ... fade away. We knew this was a good distribution center.”
Bull sighed.
“The only problem is, your dad didn’t see the way the tides would turn. Even if you hadn’t dealt with him, do you really think they were going to keep him in charge here?” Pat asked. “From the moment the deal got struck, our days running it were numbered.”
Bull laughed. “You didn’t think to speak up.”
“I was away most of the time on tour. I didn’t have a vote, and if I recall, I gave my vote to you and you cast it.” It didn’t matter if he and Bull didn’t see the value in the cartel deal.
Bull’s dad had made it without consulting the club. The club was just to follow his instructions. It went against everything the club stood for, but at the time, no one would argue with the man. He was a scary motherfucker every step of the way.
After they finished their job, they headed back to the clubhouse. Only, Pat didn’t go to the clubhouse, and instead rode out to the fabric shop owned by Ava’s mom. Ava had told him last night that she was going to be helping with the Halloween orders. He wanted to see her.