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Nikki is the first one to talk. “I don’t know what to do without her here.”
I want to respond to her. I want to give her the answer she is looking for but there isn’t one. “You live, as best you can, which we know right now won’t be much. You have to live though, Nik.”
She nods. “I tried. Everything I would do, everything anyone would say made me think of her. I couldn’t handle it.”
This time Lucy sits up and wipes her stray tears from her eyes. “That’s just it. It’s okay to think of her, you should. No one wants or expects you to forget her. None of us will ever forget her. The guys have all been calling Anna ‘Princess’ and I’m sure Lily is super happy about that.”
We all laugh remembering how much she used to bug Lucy about naming the baby Princess.
I put my arms round Nikki. “We miss you, babe, everyone does. We just wanted you to know that we’re here for you whenever you need us. Just say the word.”
We all sit there not talking much except a few words here and there, but it’s nice being together again.
Lucy clears her throat. “I don’t mean to be the party pooper, but I need to get back to the hospital. Want me to call one of the boys for a ride, Trace?”
I’m about to tell her I could take her then come back, when Nikki chimes in. “You know I still haven’t seen the baby. Maybe I will come. I think it’s time.”
Lucy breaks out in a huge smile. “I would love that.”
The three of us head to the hospital and I can’t help but be hopeful that our little group has hit a turning point.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Torch
Today, Twisted, Whip and I are meeting with Roundman, the president of the Hellions, to see if they would be willing to back us in our attack against the Black Ghosts. We know that they should be meeting soon so we don’t have much time to lock this all down.
The clubs have watched each other’s backs a few times in the past but nothing this big before. We don’t know if they will agree to fight a battle that isn’t theirs.
Usually, agreeing to meet on another club’s territory isn’t something we would do, but since we are the ones asking for a favor we thought it would be a show of good faith. We are stopped at the gate and the prospect confirms that we have permission to be here.
Walking into the main room I see that it’s cleared out. No club whores, no brothers besides their pres, VP, and sergeant. This is good so far. We are all on equal ground.
“I have to say I was surprised when you said you wanted to have a meeting here. It’s not how we usually do things.” Roundman looks us over. I can tell that he’s suspicious of our intentions coming here because it’s so out of the norm. Honestly, he’d be a shit leader if he wasn’t.
“I know and it’s because I have a favor to ask with the understanding that if you help us, we will owe you. We have a club that’s trying to rise to power locally. They aren’t too big yet, but they’re stupid and they’re reckless, which is a dangerous combination. They’re the ones that torched the clubhouse a couple weeks ago. We lost our president, two prospects, my VP’s mother, and-and my daughter.” Twisted clears his throat.
“I’m sorry to hear that, brother. Shooter was a good man. While I didn’t know everyone else, I’m sorry for your loss. What exactly do you want from us?” He sits back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.
Twisted takes a breath. I know he feels like we need them, but he doesn’t want them to know that. “We want support, backup. We are going after them. One shot, we want to demolish the whole lot of them. They came after us without being provoked and did it in the worst way. They need to be wiped clean. We could probably get through it alone, but with support it would be a fucking cakewalk.”
“So you expect us to jump into a fight that isn’t ours just so things aren’t too hard for you?” His VP next to him shakes his head. He is obviously not in favor of helping us.
“In a way, yes. I also think that it would send a message to our enemies. Mess with one of us, deal with both. It will make people more apprehensive to go up against us.”
This seems to catch his attention. “I need to bring things like this to the table. We’ll vote on it and I’ll give you a call tonight.”
Twisted had told Roundman the meeting would be something that required him to call for a vote so he already had his members ready to meet for church later.
“Thanks for seeing us. I’ll talk to you later.” Twisted shakes his hand and we walk out of the clubhouse getting on our bikes and hoping that our allies choose to stand with us instead of on the sidelines cheering us on.
The entire ride home all I could think about was this upcoming confrontation. I have no doubt that we have the manpower and aside from that we are hungry for revenge. That thirst can make a ten-man army feel like one hundred. When the day comes, we will be fully prepared to rip those bastards limb from limb until there is nothing left that they can identify them by.
We head back to the warehouse to wait for the decision from the Hellions. Our boys are all waiting because once we hear their decision we are all going to have church to formulate our plan of attack. We can’t do it before because it will obviously be different if we have twice the manpower.
I text Tracie once we get there to let her know that tonight will be a late night. All the girls are at my house because we don’t have enough manpower to have one with each of them, plus since we are having church only prospects can be out watching family.
I remember my prospect days and it fucking sucked. You were basically a nobody. You weren’t invited to church. You couldn’t sit at the table. While you were at the events you were just security. Any shit jobs were assigned to you. The process really weeds out the men who can’t handle doing what they’re told or working as part of a whole. As much as we are all pig-headed and stubborn, we also know that we are a unit. A unit has to function as one or it will fall apart.
