Page 21 of Knot My MC
Fighting with everything I have, I try to resist. My hips turn of their own accord.No, dammit. You’re going the wrong way!I scream at my body. I grunt as my hands press down again to help me keep my balance as my other leg comes to the clubhouse side of the fence. A flush races up my neck as I try to combat his words. Sheer humiliation riddles my body with trembles. I can’t fight back. I can’t give him hell. The only thing Icando is listen to this bastard.
Slowly, painfully, unwillingly, I climb down the fence. My blood streaks across the metal, leaving behind proof of my attempted escape.
If only I had made it.
CHAPTEREIGHT
KNOX
The news hits our clubhouse a quarter past eight. Kiren Malone is dead. Shot in cold blood on the side of the road on a drug run we had planned to intercept. I’ve been biding my time, waiting for the right moment to hit Axel’s business, and I finally had enough. There are too many drugs. Too many kids with parents like mine; they’re suffering and it’s Wrecker’s fault.
Things didn’t go according to plan. Somehow Kiren ended up dead. From what I gather, once they found him, Wrecker MC drove straight to where we were hiding. Axel and his men killed two of ours, claiming it was retribution for Kiren’s death.
But we didn’t kill Kiki’s father.
I drum my fingers on the table and stare at my VP and Secretary.
Jag traces over a scratch in the wood, brow furrowed.
Crow scowls at the wall like it’s hurling insults.
The rest of the table is quiet for a moment as they try to process what happened this afternoon. Some are beat to hell, having gone after a few Wreckers once the guns ran out of bullets. They got away and we were left picking up the pieces of our crew. We buried two of our own out on that lonely road.
I clear my throat and resist the urge to race out of the room, grab my phone, and send Kiki a text. I haven’t sent her a message for a little over three years. I don’t even know what the fuck I’d say.
Sorry for ditching you and sorry about your Dad.
She’d probably ignore it.
“Who did it?” Jag finally asks, looking at me. I made good on my promise to them. As VP, he’s my second in command but Crow is just as important to the club as Secretary and third in command. We worked our asses off, but I got us in tight with the last Prez. I did everything he asked and when he was ready to retire, I was his first pick. A few people were pissed, but most didn’t fight the transition, and once I proved myself as Prez, everyone fell in line.
“I don’t know,” I say, sitting back and crossing my arms. “I know who everyone will think did it.” They’ll blame us for Kiren’s death. They killed two Hounds. At this rate, war is on the horizon, and much like the sun that rises every morning, nothing we can do will stop it.
Crow shakes his head, the light from his computer bathing his face in a white glow and making his pitch black hair seem even darker. “Jimmy gave us bad intel. You think he did it on purpose?”
“He’s a rat. You can’t trust rats,” Rukus, the treasurer, mutters.
There had been a rumor about Jimmy working with the cops, but no one could ever prove it. I didn’t trust the guy so much as his motives. He thought he’d be getting some of the drugs, and he’s known to do anything to make money. It was the perfect opportunity for him to take a cut and make some cash… not that we had actually planned on giving him any of what we took.
That was only the deal we made to get the information out of him. Jimmy might be a rat, but he’s damn good at figuring out everyone’s business, including ours.
I clench my fists. “It doesn’t matter what he told us. It matters what he knows. Somehow Axel knew where we would be, and Jimmy was the only one outside of this room that knew our location.” I have no doubt in my mind Axel got a hold of Jimmy and he snitched. That or Jimmy was working us over all along.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have used him for the information, but he’s the best of the best.
“They attacked us unprovoked. They can’t claim we killed Kiren if they don’t have proof,” Royce says. He and Rukus share a look. They’re a bit older than us and sometimes get it in their head that they know better.
“You know that’s not true. If we were going to kill one of them, we wouldn’t have worn Hell Hounds gear and you know it.” Jag runs his hand through his blond hair. “Things have been tense between our clubs and Wrecker fucked with our last shipment of guns. Everyone knows we were going to strike back hard, and now they’ll all think Kiren’s death was on us.”
I study my men, the frustration lining their faces speaks volumes. The two clubs have traded slights and stolen things from each other for years now, always barely toeing the line of going to battle.
But the death of the VP?
Two of my men shot dead?
That’ll call for more than a little petty theft.
Axel’s blood thirsty enough as it is without adding my club expecting vengeance. We need a plan, and preferably one that doesn’t get us all killed.
