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“It’s not exactly in town, Prez,” Linc said.
“Honestly, it’s better to keep places like this contained here,” Slade said.
“I’ll take the front door,” Fitz said. “I’ll take off my leather cut and act like I’m there for drugs. Or guns. Or whatever the fuck this is. You guy flank the sides.”
“No fucking shooting,” Linc said. “Not until I see Nick and get him out of there.”
“Hey,” Priest growled. “You know the deal, Linc…”
Linc curled his lip at Priest. “Of course I know the fucking deal.”
“No offense, Linc, but we could light this place up,” Cyrus said. “But we owe this to Nova. We’ll stand by our word.”
“Fuck this,” Linc said. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Linc put his helmet back on and fired up his motorcycle. He heard Slade and Cyrus screaming at him. Darrow was the only one who seemed to understand He scrambled to get on his motorcycle to follow Linc.
“Fuck!” Cyrus growled as Linc started to ride.
Linc wanted this over with. He wanted to find Nick and beat the shit out of him for scaring Nova and Gail, then hug the guy and beat the shit out of him again.
His motorcycle tore along the gravel driveway up toward the shitty house. Somewhere in Linc’s heart and mind, he knew there was a good chance for the other side of this thing. The side where Nick was involved. Dealing. Running. Using. The kind of stuff that warranted a bullet to the back of his head and a burial somewhere in the woods.
That meant riding back to the clubhouse, walking through the doors, looking into Nova’s sweet, beautiful eyes and telling her it was over. Her brother was gone. Not knowing if Nova could still love him, knowing her brother died at the hands of the man she once loved.
All of this swirled inside Linc as he crazily sped toward the house. He heard the rumbling behind him, knowing the club had his back. At the last second, he turned and stopped, inches from the crooked front porch steps.
Darrow and Slade were right there with him. Priest and Cyrus went to the left to go around the house. Fitz went to the right.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Slade roared at Linc.
“Yeah, I am!” Linc yelled at Slade.
Linc then walked up to the door and kicked it. His foot went right through the door. The old wood standing no chance against Linc’s passion and anger. Linc kicked again, at the doorknob this time. The door swung open and Linc charged into the house.
For a moment it had an almost normal vibe to it. The living room had couches and a TV and a coffee table. The dining room though… totally different. A fucking arsenal of weapons on the table. Hundreds of weapons.
As Linc closed in, his heart jumping inside his chest, he realized that the weapons were all shit. They were all beat up, used, broken. A collection of fucking junk.
He heard an explosion of a door being kicked open, followed by some yelling. Priest’s voice boomed from the kitchen. Linc ran through the dining room and that’s where he found Nick. Nova’s brother. On his knees in front of someone. A guy.
“Priest, hold up,” Linc called out.
There were three guys in the kitchen with Nick. All three had their hands up. Not an ounce of fight in them.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Cyrus asked.
“Nick,” Linc said.
Nick turned his head. “Linc? Is that you?”
The guy in front of Nick held a tattoo gun in his left hand.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Linc asked.
“I’m part of something, man. I finally found something that matters.”
“Jesus,” Slade growled.
