“We don’t have to kill them in it. I could call the cops, you know. Set it up as a trap,” I offer.
“A trap,” Wolfe repeats.
“Yeah, that way our hands are clean. Sam’s an escaped prisoner, so the police will be searching for him. They’ll take the bait.”
“She’s right,” Caleb says.
“It is a good idea,” Wolfe admits.
“And weren’t you talking about going legit? Maybe it’s time after all,” Caleb continues.
“Maybe. Let’s see how this goes.”
“We’re burning it down,”Wolfe states.
I’m in the next room, but they’re all talking so loudly I can hear everything they’re saying.
“There has to be another way,” someone says back.
“Nope,” Wolfe answers.
More shouting erupts as they debate Wolfe’s plan.
I lean forward and hang my head in my hands as Wolfe’s voice booms through the entire clubhouse.
“We fucking vote. That’s how it’s done. But you know I’m right. This is the best plan of action.”
The roaring chatter dies down.
“We move everything at night. After this meeting, Caleb and I will go talk to Toby. Then we get that fucker to lay the groundwork down, and the plan will be in motion. This fucking mess will be over with once and for all.”
Silence fills the room.
“He’s right. We all know it,” Ted says.
“It’s going to be worth it in the long run.”
“So, we’re running scared?” someone asks.
“What about this is running scared? It’s protecting our shit. We’re resolving this shitstorm.”
I sit upright and wait for what’s to come.
Another long pause.
“Fuck. Alright,” the man says.
I haven’t completely gotten to know all the brothers well enough to distinguish their voices. There are over twenty of them in the room right now.
“Let’s vote,” Wolfe says.
One by one, each brother says yes as they go around the room. Not a single no.
I get up and walk over to the kitchen, waiting for Wolfe to come out.
This is what we wanted. What we need to happen.
I pull out a bottle of water from the fridge and chug it back. Pacing around the kitchen, I hear the sound of chairs being pushed back from where the brothers are meeting.