Page 10 of Chief's Addiction

Zero grinned. “I’ve got it handled. There’s going to be a situation developing on the west side of town a few minutes after ten. Every available unit will head there first.”

“Giving us a fifteen-minute window,” Morpheus finished. “More than enough time to do what we need to do and be cleared out before the cops figure out they’ve been hoodwinked.”

I looked around the table. “Remember, this is an extermination. Anyone wearing a Talon patch dies.”

There was a collective nod. The decision had been made.

“Any questions?” I sure as fuck hoped not. My instructions couldn’t be more clear.

Dread’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. He was more than ready for his pound of flesh. “What about their shit?”

The shit in the basement. The Talons had only been in our town for a few months but word had spread fast. They were trying to set up shop and become a major competitor in Jacksonville. Something I never had an intention of allowing.

“Are we taking anything?” he finished.

I considered it for a moment. “Take what you can carry if it doesn’t slow you down.”

Reign tapped the table thoughtfully. “And if any of them try to surrender?”

I gave him a cold smile. “They had their chance. Show no mercy.”

The men around the table accepted this without hesitation. They knew what was at stake.

With all the details laid out, I gave another glance around the table. “Anyone have anything else?”

Rage cleared his throat, a slow grin taking over his face. “Mac’s pregnant. Found out this morning.”

Holy shit. That was the last thing I’d expected him to say.

A chorus of cheers and congratulations went around the room at the same time a pang of hurt sliced through my gut. “Congrats, brother. Real fucking happy for you.” And despite the reminder of what I’d almost had, I was happy for him.

Shake it off, asshole.

Pushing all thoughts of my ex-wife’s betrayal out of my mind, I brought the gavel down. “May the Gods protect us all tonight.”

“Saints forever!”

Saints forever, indeed.

Chapter 3

Chief

“What the fuck?” I crouched down behind one of the parked vehicles across from the Talons’ clubhouse. “Where’s the party?”

Morpheus pressed himself against the van beside me, his eyes narrowed. “Something’s not right. This place should be crawling with patches and bitches by now.”

I scanned the warehouse parking lot. There were only a handful of bikes parked out front, and the building was eerily quiet for what was supposed to be a celebration. There was no music coming from inside, no nothing.

“Zero.” I spoke into the comm. “You seeing this?”

His voice crackled in my ear. “Thermal imaging shows minimal movement inside. Six, maybe seven bodies total. Far cry from the twenty-plus I was expecting.”

Tension built in my shoulders. Things weren’t going according to plan at all, but there was no way in hell we were backing down.

“Think it’s a trap?” Rage asked from my left.

“Or bad intel,” Reign added, ducking down beside Morph.

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