“Load up.”

One week and three days, we have kept this fucker alive and he keeps this fucking goose chase up. We’ve gone on every fucking lead this asshole has sent us on and nothing. Each one a pile of shit. The shit from his house, Buzz did all his techy stuff and we canvassed every lead, again nothing. The thing that pissed me off most was all the fucking pictures he had of Angel on his fucking laptop. He took pictures of everything from her getting out of her car to shots inside her apartment. No fucking clue how he got those, but he had them.

I want the fucker dead, but Pops keeps saying not yet. It fucking pisses me off, but I stand by my Prez and he keeps telling me to beat the shit out of him, which is not a bad release. We’re on the lookout for the fucker’s dad. After searching for him, he miraculously disappeared, but Deara, Princess’s friend has one lead, her boys are checking out. We just sit and wait.

We have learned that Casey was Paine’s target. She is, after all, a brother’s kid and he wants blood. It was Jace’s job to get in good with her and supposedly that’s all he was told. I think it’s a bunch of fucking shit that he’s spewing.

Angel is back to herself in more ways than one. The crying has all but halted. I know she misses Mia, fuck I do too, but she is no longer crying every minute of the day. She doesn’t think I notice though that she’s a bit jumpy. If a brother happens to walk up behind her, she is seriously startled and her face doesn’t hide it. I’m hoping that shit clears up soon.

Doc says that now I can start moving my arm and getting it back into action. He’s got these fucking exercises that Angel makes me do, but she’s usually naked when she makes me, so it’s a win-win. I feel it getting stronger by the day. And I get to ride now. It sometimes fucking hurts, but I don’t say a damn word about it. I suck that shit up.

Pops got a call from Ransom about the information on Rabbit we’ve been waiting for, but we have to meet him on his turf. Not that I blame him, last time we were together bullets flew everywhere.

Pulling up to Gizmos, a local bar, I kill my bike, parking it in the very front of the building. Pops, Dagger, Cruz, Becs and Rhys all pulling alongside. We proudly wear our rags as always, but going into another clubs territory is always an iffy situation. We have an understanding with Ransom though, so Pops agreed to a meeting here.

Walking into the bar, all eyes are on us. Dagger is first, then Pops and Becs, followed by myself, Cruz and the rest of the brothers, just to be on the safe side.

“We’re here to see Ransom.” Pops says to the overly made up bartender with her boobs barely covered in a bikini top.

She points across the room. Darting my eyes there, Ransom is sitting in a booth with a barely legal blonde straddling his lap, smiling.

Everyone in the bar is focused on us, they move to the side when we walk by. “Sorry to break up the party, but we got shit to discuss.” Pops states with authority.

“Dammit Pops. I was just getting to the good part.” Ransom looks up smiling, red lipstick covering his lips. “Babe. Make yourself scarce and find me later.” The woman crawls off of him and Ransom slaps her ass on the way out. At one time that would have appealed to me, now, nothing.

Sliding into the booth, Pops and Becs sit on one side while us brothers stand behind. “What is it?” Pops asks, as he steeples his fingers in front of him.

Ransom pulls his cut away from his body and his other hand reaches in. We all start to grab our pieces. “Relax. Just gonna grab a piece of paper.” I keep my hand on the barrel of my gun as I watch him do exactly as he said. He slides the paper over to Pops.

Pops unfolds it carefully and reads it. He then folds it back together. “This is?”

“Meeting. Rabbit’s crew. Some top secret bullshit and every one of those fuckers will be at it. It’s mandatory.” Ransom smiles. “Told you and this is confirmation.”

“And you know this how?” I ask suspiciously.

Ransom eyes me. “I’ve got guys everywhere searching for this fucker. I even have a guy in his club. He’ll be dead before he can say a fucking word, but I got what I needed out of him.”

“When is it?” Pops asks.

“Tomorrow night. 8pm.”

“What are you gonna do?” Dagger questions beside me.

“Not a fucking thing. Gonna let you have this one. But…” He trails off and smiles. “All I ask is you stop by here after it’s done so we can toast it together.”

“What proof we got this is right?” Rhys speaks for the first time and catches everyone’s attention.

“You got my word that this is what I was told. It’s as good as it gets.” Ransom doesn’t break eye contact from Pops and I believe him. There is no underlying malice to him. I believe that this is what he was told. Whether it is right or not is up for debate still.

I chin lift to Pops, who turns and looks up at me. I’ve always had a great knack for reading people and this is no different. He’s always relied on it. “Good. We’ll be here tomorrow around 9.” He says and we all stand and shake hands.

Hopping on our bikes, Pops orders, “Church, now. Get there.”

“I believe him.” I cut in to the argument that has been going on for the past fifteen minutes. These fucking men are making my damn head ache. It needs to stop. “He’s got no reason to lie and he wants the fuckers just as much as we do.”

“You don’t think it’s a fucking set up?” Dagger asks his eyes piercing mine.

“Nah. I don’t. Saw it in his face.”

“I agree.” Pops cuts in. “We need to get rid of Rabbit. Get Buzz in here and have him pull it up on his GPS.”

Dagger leaves the table and brings Buzz inside. “Buzz, we need to see this place.” Pops hands him a piece of paper. Buzz leaves the room coming back seconds later with his laptop. A quick click of the keys and he is pointing to our destination.

Buzz shows the screen to all of us. An old warehouse stands in the center with a large number of trees surrounding it.

Sure enough, there are tons of spots for people to hide, so getting in and out undetected isn’t an option. “We need to do it remotely.” I say looking at Buzz and then Pops who nods. “Can you rig up explosives and detonate them from your computer?”

“Fuck yeah.” Buzz’s huge smile reminds me how much he gets off on this shit.

Looking over at Pops, “It’s our only option. There will be a shit ton of guys and with such short notice, we’ll barely have enough time to get in, rig it and get out.”

“It’d be cleaner too, but fuck I want Rabbit.” The fire in his eyes burns bright. We all want Rabbit, but doing this remotely will be the best thing for the club and that is what matters.

“I know. Buzz, we’d need cameras to see who goes in and out. We need to make sure that fucker is inside before it blows.”

“Not a problem. I’ve got a stash,” we all stare at the man. What the fuck. He shrugs and continues, “Of shit that’d be perfect. Got all the equipment to rig it up. I’ll just need some cameras.”

“Breaker!” Becs calls through the door, he rushes in.

“Yeah?”

“Need cameras to be rigged up remotely. Ask your brother. Get at least ten and pay cash.”

“Got it.” Breaker nods his head and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

“Buzz, tell your brother what you need, then you ride with us. We go check out the place, quietly.” Pops orders.

It’s time to roll, God it’s great to be back in the mix.

After scoping out the place, we head back to the clubhouse and make the plan, and head back out to the site after dark. The place is deserted which I find eerie. Either Rabbit doesn’t think we know anything about it and isn’t afraid or the meeting isn’t happening. I am hoping for the first.

After rigging the explosives and the cameras, we meet back at the clubhouse and discuss everything, laying out how we expect everything to play out and hope it does exactly that.