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“You sure you want to get down to business, bitch?” I spit out. “I’d think someone in your position would want to prolong that.”
“Especially seeing as when we conclude things, you’ll be taking your last breath,” Indiana stipulates. “Still anxious to talk to us?”
I glance to the other cell and notice Zoey’s dad staring us down. He gives zero fucks if today is his final day walking this earth. When he detects that I’m watching him, he smirks. “We aren’t the only ones whose lives are seeing their final days. Your time is coming, all of you will be joining us shortly.”
“Is that a fact?” I ask, crossing my arms across my chest. “Doesn’t feel like I’m in my final days.”
“Me neither,” Indiana says, mimicking my pose. “But even if it is, at least you’ll go first.”
“Makes no difference to me,” the jackass states, shrugging his shoulders. “Either way, the Onyx Dragons will be standing and none of you will be.”
“I’m shaking in my boots,” LoneStar says, bullshitting him. “Cowards and bullies don’t scare me, dickhead. The Dragons aren’t a threat to us, we are the Kings and nobody fucks with us and gets to live long enough to talk about it.”
I need to get this fucker gloating, it’s the only way we’ll get the intel we’re after. “What makes you think the Dragons will be the last men standing? We have the power and influence, they’re nothing but thugs who wave their dicks around trying to see who’s got the biggest.”
“My pinky finger’s bigger,” LoneStar taunts. “Probably the reason why your wife looks like she hasn’t had a good fucking in her lifetime.”
“But the stick up her ass is bigger than any of our dicks combined,” Indiana needles, my men catching onto the game I’m playing and adding their own brand of insult to it.
“She does look like she’s been sucking on a lemon,” I surmise. Baiting them further, I lean my body further into her enclosure and fire off a couple of rapid questions, “Do you need a good dicking? Would that make you feel better?”
She grips the iron bars and hisses, “What would make me feel better is if you were dead.”
“Ouch, that hurts,” I say, mocking her. Playing off her insecurities, I continue, “Nah. Not really. Your thoughts and feelings are insignificant. The only thing about you that’s worth a damn is the slit between your legs. You’re ugly as sin, and even if I tossed a bag over your head so I didn’t have to seeyour hideous mug long enough to give you a good pounding, my dick would still stay soft and flaccid.” Zoey once told me that her mother is one of those women who work hard to make herself feel beautiful. Nice clothes, joining country clubs, trying to be everything that she’s not. It’s why I knew my remarks would hit her where it counts— her ego.
Her hands grip tighter onto the bars when she spits out, “They’re coming for you. Gather all the men you want, you can’t fight off what they’re building. We have an army, you don’t have the manpower to stand up against our forces. You’d need an entire battalion, and you don’t have the time or resources to get them here in time.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I sneer. Needing to push her further, I add, “I could have every chapter of the Kings here by Christmas.”
An ugly grin crosses her face and she cackles like the witch she is. “They’ll be two weeks too late. I wouldn’t buy any gifts to place under the tree.”
“Keep your mouth shut!” Zoey’s dad roars. “You stupid bitch, you just gave away our timeline of attack.”
“Appreciate the intel. Rot in hell.” I grab the grip of my gun at the same time as my brothers do, each one of us emptying our cartridge. Both of their bodies twitch as we empty our bullets into them.
“I feel better,” Indiana claims as he puts his gun back into its holster.
I angle my head toward Slayer and order, “We need to prepare for war.”
“We’ve been preparing since their last attack. We’ll be ready,” Slayer claims.
“And we’re sure the clubhouse will hold up to anything they throw our way?” I ask.
“It’s both bullet and bomb proof. It’s the reason we hired the crew we did when we reconstructed,” Slayer states. “We’re military grade now.”
“We better be better protected than the White House,” I express. “I need to call Rio, until after the holidays, we can’t send any of our men to the Montana chapter. They’ll either need to hold off or move forward without our backing.”
“We’re going to have to put a call out for backup,” Indiana remarks. “If they’re going to have an army at their disposal as that bitch claimed, we’re gonna need help.”
“Rio and I will put our heads together and figure something out. Looks like I’m going to be calling in that favor he owes me,” I claim.
“Communal church?” Slayer asks.
“Yeah. I’ll see when a good time is for Rio and his men. We’ll video them in and join forces. Between the two clubs, we’ll come up with a viable plan that’ll keep our men safe and end the Dragons once and for all,” I convey.
“I need to go and talk to Zoey,” Indiana tells us. “If she’s not ready to make a permanent move, we’ll have to take up temporary residency at the clubhouse.”
“Make it an order. We’re going into a soft lockdown and I want all men and their women packed up and moved in within the next week,” I order.
