Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Yeah, he has, and I know he will be ready soon. Not yet, but soon, and he’s who I’m going to be handing my club over to. I’ve watched him, and he has what it takes to run Chaos Bleeds and not into the ground.”
“Why are you telling me?” Lash asked. “It’s your club business.”
“Because I also happen to know that as much as we both claim to be independent clubs, which we are, we’re also a family,” Devil said. “We’re close, and I know nothing is going to change that.”
“You’re right.”
“So, I need to know who you’ll be putting in charge of The Skulls,” Devil said.
“You can’t ask me that question.”
“I think I can. I trust you, Lash. I know you’ve got to make a choice when the time comes.”
“Dude, I’m not as old as you,” Lash said. “I’m going to be in this seat for a long fucking time.”
Devil laughed. “Trust me, I know, but like me now, I know my days are numbered. I’ve got a lot of years left in me, but the club is going to need a fresh pair of hands. Even if you don’t step down until twenty, thirty, or forty years after me, there is going to be someone to take your place.”
Lash sat back and looked at Devil. “You know who I’m going to give it to.”
“Good,” Devil said.
“Anthony will get this club.”
Devil nodded. “That’s a good choice.”
“But it is also a risky one,” Lash said.
Devil had started to get up, but after his words, he lowered his ass into the seat. “Why?”
Lash hadn’t told anyone about this. There was no way he’d worry his woman. Angel didn’t need that kind of stress on her mind.
“What I say doesn’t leave this room. It doesn’t make its way to Michael Granito or the Billionaire Bikers MC,” Lash said.
Devil nodded.
“Anthony wants to take out the Monster Dogs MC.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Devil said.
“No, I’m not.”
“How do you know this?”
“I know my son,” Lash said. “I know he has a grievance with everything that went down and all the details after. There’s a rage building there, and the truth is, I don’t know if I should burn it out or let it flourish.”
“You’d put both clubs at risk.”
Lash smiled. “And I can tell you don’t have a problem with that.”
“They hurt Tabitha.”
“One kid hurt her, and Simon put him in the ground.”
“But in my opinion, they used that opportunity to take the piss, and for that, it’s unforgivable. They should be killed because of it.”
Devil closed his eyes and held his hand up. “But it’s not the deal we have in place.”
“Exactly.”
If they went back on their word with Michael Granito, it would mean a great deal of shit for their clubs. Not that the law had anything concrete, but it would mean they’d immediately be breathing down their necks. Then Lash had to think about the women and children they were currently helping, as well as men.
The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds MCs were more about revenge. They were more than making it right. People relied on them, and Lash couldn’t allow that to just be for nothing.
“You’ve got to burn it out,” Devil said. “We both do.”
“Simon feeling the same way?”
“Yeah, he is.”
Lash could imagine he was. If it had been Angel, Lash would have felt the same way. Even though Tabitha wasn’t his kid, she was still club, and the truth was, Lash had been so fucking angry.
Angel had spent many nights with him after he made that deal with the Monster Dogs MC. Lash’s natural instinct had been to take the war to them. To kill them all. To show them that The Skulls had no mercy when it came to them.
He had to consider the club’s position, their deal, their arrangement.
Michael was able to handle the death of Ryan so it didn’t blow back on Simon, but that was all. The rest, Lash had to handle, and it had fucked with his head for a long time. It was why when the opportunity to put them in their place rose, he took it. Since then, whenever they reached out, he did what he could to fucking squash them.
They were the enemy. There was no way he’d accept them on his turf, and to help matters, he had even made sure that if one of them set foot in Fort Wills wearing their leather cut or riding their bike, he could call his good friend Michael and make their lives a living hell.
It was as good as it got for now.
Deep down, it was all he could allow his son to do. There was a bigger picture, and he couldn’t allow Anthony to fuck that up. There was a lot his son had to learn.
“We raised good kids,” Devil said.
Lash laughed. “Oh, I know, I just hope they can handle gritting their teeth while they get through their shit.”