Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“How reliable is he?” Grem asks.
“I knew his daddy back before the Scorpions came into power,” Whitey says. “He and his old man joined up at the same time. His daddy passed some time back.”
“Why’s he comin’ to us with this?” I ask.
“Cause he overheard Diamond braggin’ ‘bout what he did,” Whitey says. “He wants out of the Scorpions right now, and figures this is his ticket to us.”
“Whitey,” Grem says quietly. “That ain’t our way.”
“I know it, Gremmy, I know it. But we need the information and he’s gonna get us close enough to Diamond to grab his ass,” Whitey says with a shrug.
“We kill a VP, this is full out war, not some small skirmish,” I say to them both.
Rubbing my eyes, I can only imagine the fallout from something like this.
“Yeah, an officer is targeting. They ain’t gonna hold back on us,” Grem says.
“Pres, you and the family are gonna need to hole up somewhere,” Whitey says.
“We’ll use Allie’s old house. Keep a protection detail out there soon as we get it fixed up,” I say with a shrug.
“How are the guns lookin’?” Whitey asks Grem.
“Good. Garden City did us real good,” Grem says with a grin.
“Where you got Jude stashed at?” I ask, just now realizing I haven’t seen him since he got in town.
“He’s was on a trip up to Columbus for a job. He’s supposed to be back sometime tonight. Talked him into comin’ to the party,” Grem says with a smile.
“That should be interesting…” I say with a chuckle.
“Alright, you wanna call a Church for this, Pres?” Whitey asks.
That’s the fucking rub, we need this done now.
“What’s the time frame lookin’ like with Diamond and Brian?” I ask.
“Brian’s fuckin’ freakin’, he wants it done now. Diamond’s been getting crazier, and we’re not sure when we can get him if we don’t do it tonight,” Whitey says. “Brain’s got him out tonight at a bar. That’s why he wants it done now.”
“Fuck,” I growl out.
“Yeah,” Whitey says. “We need the men to do it, too.”
“Grem, I want you and Poster on this. If Jude can get here soon enough, see if we can enlist him. He’d be an unknown face we can use,” I say after a few moments.
Nodding his head, Grem reaches down to rub on his gremlin bell. “Got it. We’ll use Jude as a face inside to spot and wait,” Grem says.
A loud knock on the door shakes us out of thoughtful silence.
Poster Boy shouts, “Hey, Pres! You need to get out here!”
Nodding to the two men, I say, “We good?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna get it rollin’ now. Gonna call Jude and see where his ass is,” Grem says as he stands up and walks to the door to open it.
Looking to Whitey, I search his face for a second. “You good with what’s going to happen?”
Sticking his fist out, he nods his head. “Ain’t gonna shed a tear.”
Knocking fists, I say, “Good.”
Standing up from the table, I hear Halestorm blaring from out in the bar and a girl bellowing, “Hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church!”
“Motherfucker,” I snarl when I figure out it’s accompanied by hoots and hollers.
Jogging to the door, I see Poster Boy looking at me with a smirk. Lifting his arm, he points to the bar top, and I see a tight-ass in jeans stomping and fuckin’ shakin’ her whole body.
Right up there where everyone can fucking see her, Allie is dancing with a couple of the sweetbutts. Her ass is wiggling back and forth with the best of them.
My fucking Allie dancing on the fuckin’ bar. My fucking Allie showing her ass to the fuckin’ club.
That’s my fucking ass.
For the first few seconds, my feet are fucking rooted to the fucking spot. How the fuck could she think I’d be happy with her doin’ something like this? Don’t she know she’s my fucking ol’ lady?
Her damn ass belongs to me!
“Motherfucker!” I snarl again as I shove my way past a laughing Grem and a stoic Poster Boy. I bet he’d be laughing too if he didn’t think I’d tear his fucking throat out.
I’m going to fucking kill her. I’m going to strangle her damn ass and keep it chained to my fucking bed from here till eternity.
“She’s gonna be eating out of a fuckin’ dog bowl,” I growl as I push Hammy the fuck out of my way.
At least that big motherfucker was tryin’ to keep shit fucking calm and was tryin’ to get her down.
“Sorry, Pres. She just hopped up and slapped my head when I tried to talk her into gettin’ down!” Hammy yells into my ear as I push people out of my way.
“Get the sweetbutts off the fucking bar!” I yell to him before I finally make my way up to stand directly in front of Allie.