Page 167 of In Death, Love Survives
“Over here,” he shouts.
On one wall, there’s a message written out in black paint.
Wolfe Walker + Nova Fletcher. You’re both going to die. - VMC
“Fuck,” Wolfe breathes out.
Vipers Motorcycle Club.
Fuck is right.
The flames are rising around us, and we have to get out of here as soon as possible. The message has been received. Sam Snow is going to try and kill us.
“Let’s get out of here,” Caleb shouts.
“Head on out,” Wolfe answers.
Caleb starts to jog out of the warehouse.
“Come on, Nova.”
I toss my bandana to the ground, and Wolfe and I follow Caleb.
“Let’s fuck them up,” I say.
Wolfe holds onto my waist and grins.
“Fuck yeah.”
Taking my hand, he pulls us out of the warehouse. We get far away, and the familiar sound of sirens wails in the distance.
We hop into Caleb’s waiting truck, and he takes off down the road.
“To the clubhouse. We need to have a meeting,” Wolfe orders.
“I’ll start calling around,” he answers.
I lean into Wolfe’s side and rest my head on his shoulder. We’re both in the front of the cab.
“I have a plan.”
“What’s that?” he asks.
Caleb and Wolfe make eye contact briefly, and then both look at me.
“Move everything out of your shipping warehouse at night. Plant the seed with Toby that you’ll be a town over, making a transaction. Something like that. Then, when they get inside of it, we set it up in flames.”
“Baby, that’s a lot,” Wolfe says.
“No, hunny, that’s a ticket to freedom.”
Caleb snorts and picks up speed.
“You left Toby alive, right?” Wolfe asks Caleb.
“Yep,” he answers.
“Fuck. Maybe it’s good plan.”
