Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
About Cassidy.
And how seriously I might have fucked up.
I grumble to myself and join Lucky and the rest of the guys inside. I’ll talk to Cassidy when I get home so we can get beyond whatever the fuck happened earlier. But I put that out of my mind for now, confident that Cass and I will talk and figure it all out later tonight. Right now, though, my first priority is Church.
Banger walks in. “Any idea what this emergency meeting is about?” I ask.
“No fucking clue,” he says. He offers a teasing smile and says, “Hopefully, it means some shit is going down soon.”
We all stop abruptly at the sight of Stone leaning against the wall. Stone is cool as fuck, a guy who always has our back, but it takes me off guard. What’s he doing here, I wonder, because he’s not patched. Church is only for patched members of the MC.
I offer my hand and say, “What’s going on?” He smiles and shakes my hand, then gives me a bro hug.
But before Stone can answer my question, Ace walks into the room, flanked by Dix and Coop. He takes his seat, quickly calling Church to order.
“Stone has an update for us,” he announces, clearing up my confusion.
“Yeah,” Stone says and clears his throat. “I’ve been watching Mayor Song for a while now, and I have a good handle on his comings and goings. I know when he eats, sleeps, shits, and meets up with his sidepiece. With what Wild Man and Gia have also provided, I’m confident about where he is and what he’s doing on any given day.”
Tank nods. “So when do we act? Time is ticking on this shit, and I’d feel a hell of a lot better if it was just done.”
“Tonight is his regular poker night with some City Council members, but he didn’t show up. No one in his circle knows where he is, but I do. We can get in and out unnoticed. Tonight.”
My hands ball into tight fists, and I feel the anger and frustration of the day pulse through my veins. I’m ready to fuck some shit up. Bad. “Tonight it is,” I agree. “Before he gets back to Tig Heights.” I ignore the odd looks my brothers shoot at me.
“He also owns the house his side piece lives in,” Stone offers with a hint of a smile.
“What do you need?” I ask, maybe a little too eagerly.
“A lookout,” Stone answers easily. “I have a spot picked out and a path we can take without being seen.”
“I’ll do it,” I say to him, but my gaze is on Ace, willing him to simply agree and let me help Stone take out the mayor.
“Fine, Diesel. You go with Stone and Lucky, and when you come back, the only news I want to hear is that Reggie Song is dead, so I can let the Iron Reapers know we’ve paid our debt. Got it?”
“Got it,” Stone and I answer at the same time.
Lucky’s lips twitch. “Yeah, Ace, we got it.” He looks at me, grinning like he knows exactly what’s going on in my mind.
Ace adds, “And Stone, I need to see you when you get back. Alone.”
“You got it Boss,” Stone replies and I wonder what that’s about. The other guys look at Ace in confusion too. Is he getting patched in? Is something going on we don’t know about?
Shit I can’t think about that now. I’ve got a mayor to kill.
As soon as the meeting ends, we pile into the van with Lucky at the wheel and speed toward the outskirts of Tig Heights. My heart races with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety, my mind unable to shake thoughts of the secret meeting between Ace and Stone. Do I ask him? No. We have to focus on the task at hand.
As we approach the massive mansion that belongs to the mayor, my jaw drops in disbelief. It’s just as extravagant as Aria’s mansion, yet this man is only a mayor.
We pull off onto what used to be a service road, now an abandoned stretch of dirt leading to a patch of dry land covered with dry brush that looks like it could ignite in flames at any moment. The mansion looms ahead, its intricate details visible from our vantage point on the hill overlooking the backyard. We’re close enough to see the grotto and blue tiles of the pool but far enough away to avoid detection from any security cameras.
Stone instructs Lucky to turn off the engine and points to a small rise where we can get a clear shot at our target without being seen by any surveillance cameras. “That’s where we’ll take him out,” he says grimly.
My disappointment shows in my furrowed brows. “So, no hand-to-hand combat? I was hoping for some personal vengeance.”