Page 9 of Desert Heat

My response was a grunt as my gaze lowered to her curvy, tight body.

“The Outlaw Prez is a moron for having a daughter so fine.”

Some of my men snorted. They knew what I had in mind. But rape is against all MC codes. I wouldn’t go there. No, I’d have to be the honeypot for a change. She’d beg me to take her. And her and her father would be none the wiser. I had the whole fantasy cooked up in the five-seconds I stared at the picture my number three procured from the best underground private detective in three states.

“What are you thinking?” Jinx eyed the beauty I was still staring at.

“I have them right where I want them. The Outlaws think I’m hot-headed just because I’m young. I know some of you wanted to ride as soon as we buried Danny. I held you back. That’s what they were expecting, and I haven’t given it to them. I don’t want to just smash and grab. Burn them for burning us. I’m taking the whole fucking chapter out. The easiest way to release our anger it to hit them hard right now. Quick and fast. The rage I feel… they deserve the slow burn.” I crossed my jean clad leg over the other, felt the warm smoke move into my lungs as I took a drag, pausing before I completed my thought. “The agonizing fall when your brain processes your death while your body frantically tries to hang on.”

“I dunno, boss man. Patience and me never got along.” Blade’s knee was bouncing, his fist curled and uncurled. My men wanted blood. I did too. But I could wait for it. They couldn’t.

I stood, paced the worn floor, stretched my neck left then right until I heard the bones crick, releasing the tension that’s plagued me. I walked to the small window in the left corner of the room, looked out at the desert sky wondering what waited for me out there. Death, Vengeance, or maybe both. My lips thinned as I turned to face them.

“Fine. But we do this my way. It won’t be what they’re expecting. No bikes. No screaming engines. We’re fucking ninjas. Got that? We’re going hit them like Cobras. Fast and deadly, with nothing but fang marks as our calling cards.”

“Shit. If Blade has no patience, I have no stealth?” Diego grunted. The corner of my mouth lifted. Diego is pushing three hundred pounds of muscle. He’s too big to ride so he’s out main driver. He had one hell of a shot though. Diego could hit a target with both eyes shut.

“All right, let’s head out and do some recon. Not their Club. I want to scout their homes, their gyms, their favorite place to take a shit. They are a club of twenty-seven. We’ll divide up the numbers and assign each of you a cluster. We’ll have church in two days. I want reports with pictures, timestamps, stalk their asses. Pretend they were the first girl to dip your dick and dumped you cold after.”

“That shit never happened to me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m making a point Jinx. Stalker mode is on. We need a plan before we strike. Diego, you don’t blend in for shit.”

“I could be your eyes in ears in the gym, boss.”

My fingers stroked my chin. “Fine. But cover your Club tats if you get made alone, they’ll take a barbell to your head.”

Diego’s eyes darkened. “Like to see those fucks try.”

“Don’t start any shit. It’ll be hard. Bite your tongue, bide your time.” My eyes floated back over to the glossy photos of the girl whose heart I was gonna wreck. “Revenge can taste sweet.” I spoke the words more for myself.

“Who are you gonna tail, boss?”

I walked over to the bar and picked up a photo, “her.”

“There’s no way this will work.”

I shrugged. “Bet it does.”

“What’s the big crisis?” Tarak’s sister Regan blew into the clubhouse like a tornado. The woman has an energy about her. She scared the shit out of me. Only a man like Edge could tame her ass. Tarak’s wife, Amber, and another woman I recognized but couldn’t place, followed.

“Prez here thinks he’s gonna pass as some privileged college boy. Our Boston Chapter pulled some strings and managed to enroll him to some fancy-smancy ivy league college in Maine. Hacker falsified his records and got ‘em a new identity. Prez is now a preppy, rich boy with stellar high school transcripts.”

Regan’s eyes took me in from head to toe. A blush broke out before I could stop it. “Damn, woman you are making me feel naked. Edge is gonna kick my ass,” I teased.

“You’re a bit young for me.”

“Please. Youth just means stamina, babe.” I winked.

She slowly walked around me, getting a full 360 view. I flexed my ass and pecs. Made that shit dance.

“Well, you definitely have that dumb as fuck college boy shit eating grin.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “And?”

“You need a wardrobe change. Don’t get anymore ink. I brought the best hair and makeup artist in Santa Fe.

“The fuck?”

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