Page 9 of Blade

Chapter 3

Blade

I lock my jaw as I watch the CCTV from our warehouse as five men enter it with torches, and three stand outside as lookouts looking nervous and nervous they fucking should be because those fuckers have signed their death certificate.

They’re all prospects but Fury prospects, the fire symbol large on the back of their cuts clear as fucking day, like Axe wants us to know he’s behind this shit.

I watch with pure anger as they begin torching the furthest boxes away from the front door, making their way down the large area, not bothering to look inside the boxes to see if there is anything even worthwhile to torch, the empty fucking boxes that we use as decoys from the cops.

After speaking to Axe last week, I thought everything was fucking good. No, I don’t think, I know, because he saideverything was okay, that our truce still held tightly despite my mother’s blatant disrespect, and yet here we are, his prospects torching my warehouse.

It’s a decoy warehouse, but he doesn’t know that. Now all this has done is bring the cops to our fucking doorstep, meaning we had to clear house of all illegal weapons and cocaine because it wasn’t just torching the place down. They also killed Macky, our oldest brother who was my grandfather’s first recruit after they met at college decades ago.

He went to check the place out after one of our many surveillance cameras alerted us that someone was on the property.

The old fucker thought it would probably just be kids messing around and volunteered to check it, ending up going alone, something I wasn’t aware of until it was too late, and now I watch helplessly as a short fucker rams his knife into Macky’s neck with fear after he confronted them, the fuckers face paling realizing what he’d just done.

“They’ve declared war!” Venom sneers, his voice laced with so much anger and pain, and I look at the brothers sitting around the oval black oak table, who nod in agreement.

Torching the place, we could have had a meeting over. There was no gear inside, but killing a brother who’s a legacy, they’ve declared war.

I fist my hands as I lean back in my large black chair and watch Macky struggle to breathe, putting his hands up to his neck before his legs give out and fall to his knees. I don’t look away as he slowly dies before Venom turns it off, and everyone stays quiet, allowing me to process what has happened.

“Who agreed for him to go out alone?” I demand quietly.

Never, fucking never does a brother go and check out a surveillance flag up on their own, and Macky knows this.

“Your mother told the prospect who was going to go with him to stand down. Cain wasn’t happy about it, but she threatened his patch,” Fury mentions, and I lock eyes with his light green ones that are blazed with anger.

Macky was the brother who taught him and me all about cars and bikes.

Without breaking eye contact with Fury, who shows nothing but wanting revenge, I demand, “Dad, call your wife in here now!”

Dad doesn’t question me. Instead, he stands, knowing full well Mama has gotten involved one too many fucking times, and I’m done because she’s now cost a brother his life.

Fuck, it's almost as if she's trying to get herself kicked out.

The old timers look on with anger and confusion over Mama’s actions knowing she’s never gone this far before. Like my dad, they come into church when things are bad, real fucking bad, and this is one of those times.

Pitbull, Glock, Bear, and Eagle sit stoic, Glock struggling the most, his hands fisted, his eyes stuck on the now turned-off TV.

Macky was his father, meaning he now has to tell his daughter Ivy that her grandfather is dead.

My eyes slide over to Venom. His face is also stoic, showing no emotion, but I know differently. I know he wants blood for this, and I can’t blame him, but…

I give a nod to Viper and Fury, and both men stand and walk over to Venom, who doesn’t move but raises a brow at me.

I smirk and remind him, “She’s still my mother, a woman you see as a second mama.”

He shrugs, and I shake my head and look towards the entrance of church to see Mama walking in, Dad following closely behind with a face like thunder.

“What is this about Blade? I was having words with the prospects,” she says like I’ve inconvenienced her, and Venompipes up and asks, “And what exactly were you talking toourprospects about, Anna? Because last time I checked, they have nothing to do with you!”

Mama narrows her eyes at him and states, “So you are all just happy with them sitting around on their ass’s doing nothing?” she curls her lips, “If you won’t ensure they’re doing the jobs you all pushed on them then clearly I have to because you know I’m the first lady!”

I narrow my eyes at her finger quotes and state coldly, “You’re not first lady and you have no say in this club,” making her look my way with a tiny smirk that just pisses me off. I glare back and demand, “You ordered Cain to stay behind while Macky went to check some things out. Why?”

Mama raises a brow, not seeing the tension in the room, and admits, “I needed him to watch the stove. Those clubwhores cannot cook to save their lives, and besides, Macky is capable of looking after himself.”

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