Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Goodbye, Dad.”
Even though he hurt me, it was hard watching my father walk out that door. Despite the pain he caused, he was still my father, and I loved him. It was impossible not to remember all the good times we’d shared, and now, I might not ever see him again. I stood there, torn between anger and sorrow, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the feeling of betrayal would ever subside.
Only time could tell.
Thankfully, I had other things I could focus on.
Like Wes and the new life we were building together. The hard days would come, but together we would handle just about anything. We’d already proven that, and if we had to, we’d prove it again.
And again.
And again.
Memphis
“How do you wanna play this?”
“We all walk in the front door and fan out. I want them to see every face, every cut, and then...”
“We going in hot?”
“No,” Dad answered. “I need you packing but keep them holstered unless they try something stupid.”
“And how do you want us going in?” Seven asked. “You want me and Grim to take the front with Memphis and Ghost, and the rest of...”
“No,” Dad interrupted. “We all go in the front together, and I’ll take the lead.”
“You’re going in first?”
“Absolutely. It’s the only way.”
When Grim was interrogating Koda and Max, he discovered that they belonged to the Red Sparrows—the same club that Wells, ‘Lil’ Nix’s brother, had belonged to since he was thirteen. They considered Nix a legacy, and the leader, along with Wells, believed that Nix had wronged them by prospecting for us instead of following in his brother’s footsteps.
Koda confessed that they’d been hounding Nix for months. They’d been pushing him to dip out on us, but he’d refused. Despite his brother and his threats, he still wanted no part of the Sparrows, and when they realized he wasn’t going to give in to their demands, they killed him.
But they killed one of ours when he was on our turf.
That was a mistake they would pay dearly for.
We were all in the conference room, discussing the plan, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled about the way Dad wanted to handle things. I thought I was the only one until Grim asked, “And what if one of these assholes gets trigger-happy?”
“Not gonna happen.”
“You can’t be sure of that,” I pushed. “These assholes gotta know that we’re coming for them.”
“He’s right.” Grim sounded concerned as he said, “By now, they’ve found Wells and that other dipshit in the Charger and know that Koda and Max are missing. Guarantee they think we had something to do with it and are sitting on go.”
“It’s their place, and it’s Thursday night.”
“And what’s that got to do with anything?”
Shep leaned forward and answered, “Every Thursday night, rain or shine, the Sparrows go to Malcomb’s bar. They drink, eat, and gamble the night away. It’s their thing. They’ve been doing it since they banded together.”
“And tonight, we are going to crash their little party and have a little chat. Simple as that,” Dad clipped. “Now, let’s get this shit done.”
With that, he stood, and all the brothers followed him out to the parking lot. Grim took a minute to make sure each of the brothers was packing and had plenty of ammo. Once he was certain we were ready for anything, he gave the nod, signaling that we were good to load up. Seconds later, we were pulling out of the gate like a fucking brigade.
We rode in formation—Dad and Creed at the front and Seven and Grim in the back. We were a united force of brotherhood and steel, and we were a sight to behold. There were over thirty of us, and the mere rumble of our engines was enough to turn heads. Add in the mysterious Satan’s Fury leather and brawn, and you have a force to be reckoned with.
When we got to Malcomb’s, we parked right up front for all to see as we dismounted and started for the door. We weren’t going in quiet. We wanted them to know we were coming. Dad was the first to start for the door, and as soon as he stepped inside, heads turned, and eyes grew wide.
Every single person in that bar watched as we made our way inside. Dad led the way, and as always, his presence was commanding and resolute as he made his way to the center of the room. Grim and Seven scanned the bar, watching for any potential threats, and one by one, the rest of us surrounded the Sparrows.
Sensing the imminent confrontation, the other customers and the staff bolted, leaving us alone with the Sparrows. They were seated at the bar, and it was clear they were rattled as they exchanged wary glances.
Dad walked straight up to their leader—a stout, older man with thick, dark eyebrows and an angry scar running down his cheek, and when he was just inches away from him, he asked, “You Bolder?”