Page 69 of His Loyal Rebel
Without anarchy, there was no Tarkio.
Priest leaned forward. "I talked to Walker. He gave a different insight into what is happening in the penitentiary.
"Did you find out something that will help us with Cusclan?" He stacked the papers, having seen enough. "I'll tell you now, you'll have a revolt if you even bring up a merge."
"Fuck a merge." Priest's gaze hardened. "The answer is right there in front of you."
He cocked his head, curious about the direction Priest wanted to take Tarkio. "I'm not following you."
The corner of Priest's mouth lifted, shifting his beard. From the look on his president's face, he was more confident about his choices than he was the other day.
"You'll find out Wednesday, along with everyone else." Priest knocked on the table. "I have one more thing I need to do. If everything works out, I'm going to need more from you. So, from now until Wednesday, think over what you're doing. Make sure Twyla's the woman you want having your back."
"You make it sound like things are going to get touchy."
Priest dipped his chin. "Blood will flow."
Whip sat at the table for a few more minutes. His thoughts circled through everything he'd heard without knowing what the hell was going to happen.
Was it fair to thrust Twyla into life with him if there was a chance he would be taken out? That she would lose him?
He stood, the chair legs screeching against the floor. Change was coming.
"Send Curley in," said Priest.
"Will do." He stepped into the hallway and walked into the main room.
Frank passed him. He smacked his MC brother's arm, getting his attention.
"Have you seen Curley?" He gazed through the women dancing in front of the couch.
"About a half-hour ago. He was outside seeing Faye off."
"Was he planning on sticking around?" He noticed since Curley had Walker's niece move in with him, he chose to go home early or skip out on the parties.
"No idea."
"Thanks, brother." He walked across the room and went outside.
Banks, Slick, Jerry, and Roddy, stood together over by the motorcycles. He walked to the group and slapped Curley on the back, getting his Vice President's attention. Lifting his chin, he motioned toward the door, taking Curley a few feet away from the others.
"Priest wants you in the meeting room." He opened the front door.
"Thanks, man." Curley walked ahead of him.
Whip grabbed an unopened beer bottle off the table and continued to the hallway. Letting himself in the bedroom, he took in Twyla sleeping soundly on the bed. She probably keeled over as soon as he'd left earlier because she still had her shorts and shirt on and laid on top of the covers.
He flipped the light off and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark before stepping over to the wooden chair below the window. Opening the beer, he chugged half the liquid before setting it aside and taking off his boots.
Gazing at Twyla, there was no choice to make regarding her. If she was in his life, she'd need to go through the tough times. All he could promise was that he would make more good moments than bad.
And he would do everything possible to stay free and alive. He wanted to spend a lifetime with her.
