Page 3 of A Goddess Awakens
“That’s bullshit. We had a deal.”
“If I don’t think I can trust you, then I don’t give a shit about our deal. I’m not risking this club for some snatch.”
Houston grabbed onto the arms of the chair so tight his fingers ached. As much as he wanted to plow his fist into this bastard’s face, if he didn’t control his temper he was risking Izzy’s life. For that reason and that reason alone, he dug deep and found a modicum of control.
“We don’t get Izzy, you don’t get your undercover man. Just because I’ve been forced into a holding pattern doesn’t mean I can’t get the job done. Nothing has changed.” And if anything happened to Izzy in the meantime, he’d take down this fucking club one piece at a time. Realizing how precarious the situation was at the moment, he kept that information to himself.
“I don’t know whether to patch you in or take you out back and shoot your ass.” The older man leaned forward and rubbed his hands across his face. “Like it or not this club is your blood—your family. Most of the brothers have known you your whole life and if need be they will lay down their life for you. Can you say the same?”
Houston unclenched his jaw but kept his mouth wisely shut. Most of the men had welcomed him. The ones who didn’t know him however, seemed wary. They were looking to JD and Axel for the truth. So far JD had been somewhat supportive, but Axel looked like he wanted to put him in the ground before he’d ever trust him.
JD shook his head. "Before this is all over I guarantee you’re going to have to put your trust in your brothers. I’d stake my life on it. Until then, the welfare of the whole club is far more important to me than one man. You get me?”
“Yeah, I got you."
"Good. Now go get some fucking coffee and sober the hell up. You and Axel are taking point on this operation."
He started to object.
“Don't wanna hear it. You will show some respect for your brother and this club right fucking now or this is over. I'll find another way to find those girls before they get dead.”
Shit. Houston scrubbed his hand over his face. JD was right. He was coming apart at the seams and it was turning ugly. Nobody deserved this, especially not Izzy. This club was her only hope.
JD leaned forward. "You ready to suck it up and get this job done, son?"
He nodded. "Yes, sir."
And he was.
She was out there and he was coming for her.
