Page 64 of Target

Savage plays the joker of the club but inside he is as deadly as they fucking come. Coming from a very bad background, Savage knows how to be savage when needed, or in some cases when he fucking feels like it.

He brings his gaze to mine, looking at me for a few seconds, before he looks back to my woman.

“So no more dicking,” he verbalizes and I nod. “Fair enough. I love you, brother, but I can’t do pussy for you.” He winks and I throw my head back, barking out a laugh at his response.

“You are a fucking idiot, but I love you too, man.”

“I think she will be good for you and the twins. They see Ruth and her hubs I know, but seeing you with someone will be good for them too, so they see that both of their parents can carry on stable relationships.”

I nod, leaning my forearm on the bar and watching as Madalyn gets pulled onto the makeshift dance floor by Darian as they dance, giggling. I’d imagine the alcohol is helping to lower her inhibitions, and one thing I am looking forward to, is drunk sex with her later in my room.

Tracie looks to me and winks, so I know that my girl has the seal of approval from the older ladies and that makes me fucking happy, not that I had any doubt.

My girl is fucking awesome.

“Pres,” I greet Racer when he joins us.

“Come sit.” He gestures to the table and chairs, so I do, with Savage, Forge and Rouge close behind us.

Bolt and Ice are sitting on the sofa nearby, but move to the table when we approach.

“Did you get any information about that fucker, Crypt?” he asks me.

“It was fucking Madalyn and not Darian who was involved with him.”

“What the fuck?” Forge blurts out.

“He fucking fooled her. Before she knew it, he was controlling her, making her lose herself and friends. Tried cutting her off from family, but that is not the fucking worst.”

“Tell me he didn’t?” The sound is low, deadly, and would make anyone cower in fear.

Giving Savage my gaze, I nod.

His fists tighten on top of the table while a growl slowly builds from deep in his throat. Reaching over, I place my hand on his thigh and squeeze.

“Calm down, brother, now is not the time. We will kill this motherfucker, you can bet on that.”

“Fuck yeah we will, but in due time. We cannot go spilling blood in the street. Information is needed on this club and more on the street crew, whatever the fuck they are called. We do not jump into the fucking fire without knowing more.”

Savage’s eyes narrow as he leans back in his chair, and a sick smile graces his face.

“Agreed. Then I spill blood. I have always wanted to hang someone upside down, then slit their throat, to see how long it takes them to die.” He shrugs.

“We need to gather intel. Find out exactly who we're dealing with and what kind of operation they’re running.” I add, and Pres nods.

Bolt nods, his expression determined. “I’ll get on it. I know a few contacts who might have the information we need, along with the prospect’s contacts. We’ll get the lowdown on this crew and MC and see what exactly they are dealing in.”

Ice chimes in, “We need to play this smart. No rushing in blind. I am getting too fucking old for gun fights, brothers,” he jokes.

I glance around at my brothers, seeing the same resolve mirrored in their faces. This isn’t just about revenge; it’s about making sure no one else gets hurt by Crypt or the shit he is dealing in.

We’ll get the information we need, and then we’ll make our move. But when we do, it will be with precision and purpose.

“I will have Logan follow Madelyn at a distance. Making sure that Crypt does not get anywhere near to her. From the vibe I got from him, he would take her by force if needed.”

“Would she go?” Bolts asks, making me sit forward in my seat.

Bolt is old school and holds nothing back, and he will tell you like it is even if you do not want to hear it.

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