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)
Again, it made sense. William was considered one of the scariest men around. He killed without mercy. Only, it would seem even William had a moral compass.
“What happened to not caring about the risks?” Bull asked.
Pat knew William had once told Bull that to take out the cartel for good, he needed to do so no matter the cost. Whoever died, died. It was simple math, either them or him. Bull had a wife, a kid, and also the club to think about.
William sighed. “Fine. When I was younger, I was a fucking hothead, and no, I didn’t give a shit who lived or died. That was then, this is now, and I have an army.”
“And we don’t have a target,” Rip, their Road Captain, said. “It’s good to have an army at your back, but with no target, no clue where to hit, it’s useless.”
“The cartel has been able to keep ahead of the game because their operations have remained quiet,” Bull said. “They are always changing locations. It’s why the law can’t keep track of them. One day they’re working out of a stockroom in the center of the city, the next, they’re at an abandoned farm in town.”
Pat looked to Bull and he frowned. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t take them out.”
All eyes turned toward him.
Pat preferred to keep his opinions to himself. He didn’t like to be vocal at these meets. He liked to listen, to process, and come up with a solid plan that would not get any of them killed. Clearly, he shocked them all by speaking up.
“What?” Bull asked.
“We know several of their locations. Regardless if they are there or not, we know they’re going to attack. It is a case now of us or them. Why don’t we take out the locations they own? We’ve dealt with them, Bull. We know some of their locations, not all, and we might not even hit one that is active, but if we take out all the other ones, then they will slowly be pushed into a corner. Let’s face it, we’re not going to get much backlash from the law, are we? We take on the cartel, draw them out, reduce their numbers, it will be easier for them to locate.”
William pointed a finger, bit his lip, and looked a little too excited for Pat’s liking. “You see, this is what I’m fucking talking about. This is a solid plan.”
“It’s not one of your fucking plans,” Rusty said, speaking up. “With your plan we have to consider an imaginary army.”
“It’s not imaginary.”
“Yeah, but you can’t give us numbers or tell us who they are. It’s as good as dead,” Rusty said, shaking his head.
Pat looked toward Bull. His President didn’t look pissed off.
“I like it,” Bull said.
“I know you don’t want to declare war, but we’ve not been called. We’ve not been negotiated with, and we all know what that means,” Pat said. “It’s only a matter of time before they take us out. I don’t know about you guys, but I love Carnage, I like my leather cut, and I enjoy breathing. I’m not ready to die, and I’m not ready to let this town go either.”
He couldn’t help but think about Ava. Her pretty smile was too damn precious to allow to die. The cartel was their enemy. He knew the chances of surviving were pretty slim, but it was better than waiting to be picked off, which is what the cartel could do. The cartel didn’t have a specific way of dealing with clubs or men they saw as traitors. One moment they were alive, the next they were dead.
“Fine,” Bull said. He turned toward William. “You better get your army ready. We attack the first place in a week.” With that, Bull was done as he slammed the gavel down.
Pat didn’t get up. He waited for everyone to leave. No one stayed behind, not even Grant. He was pretty sure the other man wanted to gloat or look mightily proud of himself, or something.
The door closed and Bull turned toward him. “You surprised me.”
He shrugged. “We’ve got no choice but to do something. We both know it is only a matter of time before they attack. We took out Julio and Miguel. There are no more members of the Vito Crew. There are going to be repercussions. Our one guy is dead, Hernadez is gone. There is nothing else for us to do.”
Bull nodded.
“I know you’re worried about Maddie and Lindsey.”
“This isn’t just about my wife and kid,” Bull said. “This is about the club, the town. Do you think I’ve not waited for them to call?”
Pat watched as Bull ran a hand down his face, clearly struggling.
“I fucking hate this. I’m no fucking coward and I want done with the cartel. Fuck!” he yelled.