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“Who the fuck needs evidence when the history between our clubs is all the fucking proof we need.”
I glanced across the table to Gunnar, thinking I’d see disbelief on his face, but all I saw was him nodding his agreement with our VP.
“The Devils?” Maverick asked. “You think the Devils shot Dimitri?”
Silas asked, “Why?”
Kaash slumped back into his chair, looking as relaxed as fuck. “Because they want to start that war. Their association with the Mérida Cartel is making the size of their balls grow. They want in on the Canadian market, and everybody knows the Arcaro Crime Family will work with whoever sells them guns the cheapest.”
“So,” Silas started, “you think that the Devils hit D in some sort of roundabout way to start a war with us? Get us out of the way so they can run guns to the Canadians?” He met everyone’s eyes. “Does anyone else see how fucked up that logic is? If they wanted to start a war with us, they should’ve taken out Prez.”
I bristled at Silas’s words. Talking about killing our president so casually was setting off alarm bells.
Kaash smirked. “That’s what I would’ve done—targeted an associate of the club rather than a direct member, then run interference until I could get what I wanted.”
Shouts of dissent suddenly rang out around the table. I hadn’t realized how cutthroat Kaash had become. He wasn’t afraid to not just rock the boat, but capsize the whole fucking thing.
Rixon had to slam the gavel onto the table a dozen times before quiet filled the room. Letting out a sigh, he said, “It’s obvious we have no leads right now, and for that, I’m sorry, Nick. I think it’s best if you and Gunnar do your own digging. See what his source has to say… if anything. All right, moving on. Where are we on the next shipment of AKs?”
“Everything is on track,” Gunnar said. “Mac and Kai are picking it up as we speak.”
“Half a dozen crates, right?” Rixon asked.
“Correct. After they’re picked up, they’ll be taken to the warehouse and held there until Whittaker gives us the go-ahead to cross.”
“Whittaker?” I asked.
“Our inside man in US Customs,” Ryker replied, then said to Rixon, “Do we need to grease the wheels a little more given the volume?”
“It’s already been taken care of,” Rixon replied. “It’s expected the shipment will go across the border sometime in the next week. Arturo Arcaro has paid upfront as a show of good faith, so I don’t need to tell you that things need to go smoothly with this. Kaash, you’ve got point on this one.”
The VP nodded.
“All right, is there any other business we need to discuss?” Rixon asked, picking up the gavel. “No? Then let’s get this motherfucking party started.”
Two sharp raps against the table, and the meeting was over. Karter and Jaxon—the Wonder Twins—were first out the door, the pair already talking about which of the club girls they were going to fuck tonight. Vox disappeared from the room, and I wondered whether he’d show for the party later. Ryker, Silas, and Maverick left next, Silas whispering something into Rixon’s ear on the way out.
“Are you ready to get your dick wet again?” Gunnar asked, slinging his arm over my shoulder, his smile saying he was proud of sending that club girl to me earlier. “Five years is a long time. You blew your load quick, right?”
“Fuck you.”
“Come on, man, let’s go get fucking wasted.” Gunnar tried to draw me out of the room, but my eyes were locked on Rixon and Kaash. The pair were talking in low, angry voices until eventually, Kaash’s voice rose above a violent whisper. Gunnar turned to listen, too.
“You’re gonna sink the fucking club, Prez.”
“I already told you this shit wasn’t up for discussion. It doesn’t need to be brought up to me every single fucking day.”
“It’s a deal that affects the club. The club needs to hear about it in order to make a decision.”
Rixon rose to his full height, towering a good foot over Kaash. “I said this isn’t up for fucking discussion, and it’s not. Bring it up again at my meeting, and we’re going to have a fucking problem.” He stalked from the room.
“What the fuck, man?” Gunnar asked.
“Fucking bastard is gonna destroy this club,” Kaash muttered, ignoring Gunnar’s question and leaving Church.
Gunnar and I looked at each other for a moment. “Come on. Let’s celebrate your release.”
Chapter 5
