Page 25 of Wreckage of Me
“So, me getting you out of the club that would’ve eventually gotten you killed, and also not killing you myself for having fucked my daughter is not repayment enough?”
The room falls deadly silent until Malone’s laughter booms around the walls and high ceiling.
“You got him, boss,” he gasps, sounding to be completely out of breath from how amusing he finds this entire situation.
Movement on the screen brings us back to the task at hand.
“Did you wire the entire floor?” I ask Sully, both of us focusing on the couple of brothers showing in the living area of the club. One of them is Snake. He is surrounded by his cronies, all of them laughing and having a good old time. Good fuckin’ riddance, I think to myself.
“My ma’s out, right?” I ask again, even though I get confirmation from Shortie that she’d left for Wyatt’s last night.
“She’s with Wyatt and his family,” Sully nods in response, never moving his eyes off the large screen. I feel a little twinge in my chest at the mention of Wyatt andhis family. My son is part of that family. And he’s safe. And happy. He’ll grow into a well-adjusted adult.
My mind is on a loop, going over my mental checklist of all the pros for why Ethan living with my brother is a good idea.
“I feel like we’re missing something,” Sully mutters in the corner of his mouth only for me to hear.
“I hear that.” I have the same feeling in my gut, like something bad is going to happen, and it’s got absolutely nothing with us getting ready to blow up the clubhouse with my father and his closest club members in it.
“All the kids are out,” Sully continues muttering, to himself this time.
“Are you sure?” I don’t know if any of us would be able to forgive ourselves if any of the club kids were inside the building right now.
“Yeah, tonight is the no kids night,” he confirms, knee bouncing up and down at a speed that cannot be matched.
“Ol’ ladies?” I ask, referring to the wives and girlfriends of the club members.
“Yeah, Shortie put out a message out to all of them to stay away tonight. Club business,” he explains.
“How is this not going to lead the cops to us if all these people have messages to stay away tonight?” I snap at my right hand man in the club. I thought we were smarter than this for fuck’s sake.
“The order came directly from the prez,” he surprises me with his explanation.
“How so?” It doesn’t sit well with me that my father decided to keep everyone away on the one night when we decided to do this.
“We actually planned around that,” Sully smirks at me. “He made the announcement before we told you that it would be tonight.”
“Smart,” I bring my fist up for us to bump, neither one of us taking our eyes off the screen.
All of a sudden, we notice movement in the corner of the screen.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Looks like a club whore,” Puck chimes in, getting up from the couch we’re currently sitting on and walking closer to the screen.
“Club whores are in there?” I don’t know how I feel about that. On one hand, I shouldn’t care. Whores have always been dispensable in the club. On the other hand, they don’t deserve to be sacrificed in our quest to eliminate my father.
“We got as many out as we could,” Sully answers my question. “Some of them were too drunk or high to understand what the fuck they were being told.”
Puck is now standing in front of the large TV screen, his eyes glued to the people we see moving in and out of the picture.
“No!” he starts yelling at the screen. “What the fuck!”
Both me and Sully jump off the couch and walk closer to the screen, trying to figure out what we’re looking at.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I murmur not as loud as Puck when I recognize Shortie on the screen.
“You told me Shortie was out,” Devereaux barks at us from his spot behind us. He never moves to come closer, and his face is a mask of complete fury.
