Page 61 of Outlaw
Silas
“No matterwhat goes down this afternoon, Sabrina’s your priority, got it?” I tell Axe and nod over to the prospect. I breathe in a huge hit from my cigarette and look around at all the faces of my tribe. My executive members, our officers, and the Texas charter stand together with me about a half-mile away from the warehouse for this meeting with Rizzo and Giovanni.
“Got it, boss.”
“Keep her safe and out of Giovanni’s hands at all costs.”
Axe squeezes my shoulder as he clears his throat. “Sounds like it’s official between the two of you, Pres.”
I shrug him off. “Nothing’s changed. Stay focused.”
“Excuse me as I remind you that you weren’t fucking interested in hearing me out about the reward for Bain. You wouldn’t give me the time of day, yet you stopped to let her tell you about it. I’m not saying that I’m mad, bro. I’m not.” His eyes are on me as I take the last pull from my cig and drop the butt on the ground, stamping it out. “You just need to accept that women can be influential in other ways.”
“The only reason I listened to her is because you warmed me up to the idea first.”
“That’s fucking noble of you,” Axe chuckles. “Her old man will want an explanation.”
“And he’ll have one.” I nod over at Cole. “Let’s go. Everyone else, you have your orders.”
“What? No hands-in huddle?” Tate asks, half-joking.
“It’s not that kind of meeting, kid. This is serious shit that’s about to go down.”
“We’re all set, boss,” he replies. “You know I was born for this shit. I’m just making sure the member morale is high.”
“Get your head out of your ass,” Cole tells him, turnig to follow me as I walk back toward the group of parked bikes.
Sabrina’s waiting beside mine. “I hope this doesn’t get us all killed.”
“If they’re willing to talk, it won’t,” Cole answers. He slides a Glock into his waistband under his cut, pats the sheathed Bowie knife already looped into his belt buckle, lifts the hem of his jeans to look at the Ruger LCRx .38 Special at his ankle, and hops on his bike. “If not, I’m ready to go down fighting.”
“I am too,” she says, resolute. “Are we going in now?”
“Yeah, dollface,” I tell her, getting on my ride.
Sabrina climbs on behind me. “Try not to get too comfortable calling me that. Then again, I may not see your face again after today.”
“You like it that much, huh?”
“Maybe now’s not the time to talk about what I like,” she whispers against the tip of my ear.
She’s lucky there’s no time. If things were different, I’d have my way with her every fucking chance I get. With a smile, I turn over the engine and take off alongside Cole as we drive across the short stretch to the warehouse.
“I’ll do the talking when we’re inside,” I tell her after parking the bike. I crack my neck and help her down once I’m off. “Got it?”
Sabrina tilts her head to the side, running her hands down my chest and abs, completely ignoring that Cole’s within spitting distance.
“What do you think?” she asks seductively. It’s exactly the look she had on her face last night as she got on her knees.
“Now ain’t the time to have me thinking withthathead.”
“My father will listen to me,” she says, her expression turning stern.
“That may be so, but he understands and respects a show of strength. I won’t be able to send that message if his daughter’s trying to speak for me.”
“Fine.” She huffs out a frustrated breath. “Let’s do this.”
Cole steps up ahead of us as we walk toward the warehouse door. We come face to face with Rizzo inside. He’s with Giovanni, and it’s no surprise to me that more than a dozen bodyguards are spread out behind him.
