Ryker watched as his father pounced, grabbing Ghost by the neck before he could shoot off any rounds. The struggle forced him to drop the gun and Razor took the leverage to slide the blade along Ghost’s carotid artery. Blood spilled out of the man’s neck and down his father’s arm, pooling at their feet as his body went limp. He always had to be fucking gory and now was no different. He dropped Ghost’s body, watching with coldness as he bled out on the floor. He kicked the bastard for good measure and glanced down at himself.
“Somebody clean this up.” He looked up and met Ryker’s eyes. “Looks like we need to vote a new VP in.”
Ryker knew what he was thinking and it was one hell of a way to move up in rank. His father wanted him at his side, ruling the table with him. He’d done it with his grandfather and it only seemed natural that Ryker would do it beside his father. Shit, he didn’t know what to think about it. The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind when he’d discovered Ghost’s secret. He just wanted the dickhead gone.
“We’ll vote tonight,” Razor said, walking toward the back. “I need to get cleaned up and I’m taking a ride. Everyone needs to meet around ten. We’ll have the vote then.”
With that, the crowd dispersed and the prospects got the job of cleaning up the mess. Vampire walked over to him. “I guess that went a little different than you’d thought.”
Ryker blew out a breath. “Mayhem at its finest.”
He didn’t know where he stood on everyone’s list for VP but he sure as hell knew that when somebody new took over a rank, it took a while for the members to get used to the authority. Who the hell was he going to have to kiss ass with now?