Page 74 of Last One Standing
The fact that Tank didn’t argue with me more about what I’d told him meant some part of him knew something was up—he just didn’t know what. I’d handed him the answer to those questions, and it would unleash chaos in the clubhouse once he saw it all and told the Kings.
“Let’s get out of here.” I followed Gabe and Angel to a waiting truck, got in, and thanked whoever was listening that I was still alive.
Nothing happened for days after that meeting. I thought maybe I’d made a mistake trusting that Tank was the right guy to give this info to. I’d thought pandemonium would erupt, that through the camera the twins had set up we’d see members leaving, maybe dragging out Brick, but nothing happened. Everyone else seemed antsy, and I’d heard a few of them talking about a plan B and that by giving that information to Tank they might have royally fucked themselves.
I’d just about lost hope. I sat in front of one of the monitors with Noel, focusing on the clubhouse camera while he was doing something else. I thought it best I contribute since it had been my idea to hand this over to Tank. Guilt and regret sat heavy in my stomach and no amount of kisses, hugs, and reassurance from Angel would change that.
The clubhouse was filled with members. I could see the bikes, and I even thought maybe we should have just blown the place up with them in it. I got why we had to make sure this Colette bitch wouldn’t retaliate and that there was a process. It just frustrated me.
Like I’d said, I’d given up hope, until movement on the screen had me sitting up. Four guys exited the clubhouse,arguing, pointing fingers. Then Mike punched Fly right in the face.
“Look!” I shouted, and Noel spun around from what he was doing. “Something’s happening.”
All hell was breaking loose. A beat later, a few other guys came out followed by Tank and Brick. Brick was yelling at everyone, probably something along the lines of knock it the fuck off. Tank was arguing with him, and I saw the tablet that had been in the duffel was now in his hand.
“It’s happening.” I smiled.
Noel grabbed his phone, mumbling that he was going to text everyone. Nick had been working to get all the intel to Colette about Brick, so if it all worked, she’d back off and let us do our thing or meet with him and the brothers would take them both out. How was this my life?
“Shit,” Noel snapped and that was when I saw Brick pull out a gun and point it at Tank’s face. “If he kills him here, the rest of the members may fall in line behind him.”
I shook my head. “You can’t kill a member without a Reaper vote.”
Noel glanced at me briefly before returning his attention to the screen. “A Reaper vote I’m assuming is like a kill vote?”
“Mmhmm, ever seeSons of Anarchy?”
“No.”
“Well, while MC life isn’t as dramatic as that show makes it out, a lot of it is accurate to the code of outlaws and such. They call it a Mayhem vote, but every club has their own name.”
Brick wasn’t shooting, but the fighting had stopped. Tank was talking. Soon they all went inside, and I didn’t know what that meant.
“What happened?”
“No idea. Let’s join everyone in the living room.” I’d been in the tech room with him. Nick was busy with the Colette crap, but he abandoned it for the meeting.
I followed him in, hoping this was all coming to an end.
CHAPTER FORTY
ANGEL
I sat beside Kona,holding his hand while Noel explained everything. The clubhouse was in disarray; it was beautiful. Nick was able to locate Colette’s number—how he’d done that, I had no idea and I wasn’t asking. Not sure we’d understand him if he did explain. We had to act now and contact her because we had no idea what would happen with the Dead Kings after the argument.
“She’s not a woman who’s gonna take kindly to us calling her or offering up this information. So, whoever talks to her needs to be calm, and not take the bait if she should throw it in your face.” Nick was looking at everyone.
“Are we going to vote on who should do it?” Mason rolled his eyes. “Either you do it, Nick, or Angel.”
“Why Angel?” I shot a middle finger at Gabe. “Dude, I just mean you hate people, and you barely tolerate us.” Gabe smirked, clearly knowing that wasn’t true. Everyone in this room knew I loved my family.
“Why not both of you?” Phoenix shrugged. “You can each answer different sides of things and having someone pick up a conversation if the other falters isn’t a bad idea.”
Noel kissed Phoenix on the cheek. “Great idea, babe.”
“Okay, should we make, like, cue cards?” Matt asked, earning him a wide-eyed look from Nick.
“Sweetheart, what the fuck? This isn’t 1940—we have advanced technology.”
