Page 74 of Havoc
It’s also what I promised Steel, and the only reason he let me join them tonight.
Steel nods, but Chaos smirks, knowing I’ll say anything to be at this meeting.
I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Ghost, who responds quickly that everyone is in position. Steel, Chaos, and I will meet with Titan directly, while the rest of the ranked members and a few others are fanned out around the room.
We might be on neutral territory, but this is the enemy. Everyone has their positions and orders. They’re armed with a plan and multiple contingencies.
Scanning the room, I note the placement of the cameras. We need to get in and get out because the second the casino catches us walking through, cops will inevitably be called tocheck on things.
They see the cut and assume trouble. Usually, they’re not wrong. Tonight, we’ll be lucky if this doesn’t end in a bloodbath.
At the four corners of the room are Soul, Ghost, Legacy, and Venom. A quick skim of the remaining crowd tells me our members aren’t the only ones on alert. Iron Sinners patches are scattered throughout.
“You see what I’m seeing?”
Steel nods. “It’s only a matter of time before the cops roll up. We need to make this quick.”
Turning the corner into a poker alcove, Titan is already sitting at a table with two ranked members at his sides. The room has been cleared, apart from the woman setting a drink in front of Titan. He takes a sip without a care in the world. I’m tempted to open one of his arteries and fill his glass with his own blood.
Somehow, I manage to keep my hands at my sides. To maintain a neutral expression when he glances my way, and his eyes gleam with amusement.
We stop at the table, but no one sits. We need to be ready to move at any second, and it’s too risky to drop low and not be in the line of sight of our men watching.
Titan, cocky as ever, leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he locks gazes with Steel.
“Long time, Steel.” His lips quirk.
A tick of his eyebrow makes the tattoos on Titan’s shaved head shift. Almost every inch of him is covered now, apart from his face.
Steel doesn’t respond. Doesn’t so much as flinch. One of the things that makes him a good president is his patience. He simply stands with his arms at his sides, waiting for Titan to continue.
Which he does, given he loves hearing himself talk.
“Where’s my nephew?”
“Indisposed.”
Steel smirks, and Titan’s expression turns grim. His eyes narrow, looking from Steel to me to Chaos.
“And here I thought we were trading in good faith.”
“You lost your right to a trade when you fucked with Tempe.” Steel leans forward, planting his hands on the table. “Then Luna. Then Reagan…”
“Hmm,” Titan hums, amusement sparking in his eyes. “Seems I do have a habit of collecting your women. How is Aimee, by the way? My bed’s been a little cold lately.”
I’m about to move for my gun when Chaos steps forward, knocking me in the shoulder as he does. A quick, silent reminder of where we are and what’s at stake.
Titan is trying to get me to snap. He’ll say anything. Truths laced with lies.
“She’s not your concern,” Steel grits out, tension rippling off him.
Chaos isn’t any more relaxed. Aimee isn’t his woman, but they’ve grown close. Close enough that I’m certain I’m not the only one in this casino who would go to prison for her in a second.
“Isn’t she?” Titan stands now, his men beside him. “It’s her father you’re requesting. And now that you’ve taken my nephew out of the picture, we have to trade something.”
His face remains passive, but his voice has an edge.
“I’ll tell you what.” Titan’s expression lightens. “You give me back what’s mine, and I’ll consider letting Anderson go.”
