Page 77
Instead, Blanche raises her hand. I gesture at her to explain to me why this dick is symbolic of my relationship.
“Think of it this way, you bashed Diesel in the the face with a dick, and in your real life I bet you let Mad Dog bash you in the face with his d-”
Remy slaps her hand over Blanche’s mouth but it doesn’t do much to muffle Blanche’s laughter. Or the laughter of the Ol Ladies.
“You kinda have a point there, Blanche,” I reply. “In that case it can stay. If we can make it look prettier.”
“Willa, you should know by now we can do anything.”
Chapter 21
Mad Dog
“Hurry up and start Church son, I got places to be.” I grin at Marx.
I know we have to cover some heavy shit in Church, but I don’t care. Not today. Today is for me and Willa and she’ll be given her official patch. My name on her back. I have a surprise for her too. I spent last night while she was sleeping at her place for the last time, stitching a patch with her name on my cut. We haven’t seen each other today because I’ve been out on a run and she’s been moving her things with help from Niko so the first time she’ll lay eyes on me is at the party itself.
Marx beats his fist against the wall, throwing me a wink. “Church open! Wire, you start.”
Wire nods, tapping some keys on his laptop before looking at the projector on the wall. “The plan is to take out Thompson. Previously we’ve been trying to dismantle his organization, but as we recently found out, that’s a little harder than we thought.”
Marx nods. “That’s why we’re going in with a three pronged attack. We’re pulling in all our resources.”
“Such as?” Rhodie asks, brow raised.
“Moss, Fox, Nitro and a small team of trusted men. Tombs’ wider security. The Keep if we need them. Dima has already reached out as has Lexi. And last but not least, big brother.” Marx smirks.
Rider whistles, “Shit’s serious when you’ve got two MC’s, law enforcement, a psychic and the Russian Bratva involved.”
“If need be we have links at Saint’s Outlaws and Kings of Anarchy MC too.” Marx adds, watching Rider’s reaction.
“Kings? Really? Look man, I know Deacon, he ain’t got nobody’s back but his own.”
“We’ve been communicating. The Kings of Anarchy BC have already identified compromised containers through their ports,” Chewy says, fingers clacking away on her keyboard.
“It’s only been like 48 hours since he rode outta here? What the fuck?” Rider looks around the table, shock evident on his face.
“You ever think that he may have changed?” I ask Rider, curious to know what he thinks.
“No. Nope. No way. I grew up with that asshole. He was marginally better than my other asshole brother and leagues better than my asshole parents.” Rider bitches. “So to answer your question, no. We don’t have the genes for us to grow up to be good people.”
“How do you explain yourself then, brother?” Rhodie asks, staring at his oldest friend.
Rider’s gaze lowers to the table. “I had you.”
Tank slaps Rider on the shoulder, shaking him a little. “And we got you.”
Nods go around the table and Rider rolls his shoulders out. “OK. Drama done. You got contacts with Kings of Anarchy now. Continue.”
“As I said, we got three prongs. We’ve been trying to dismantle parts of his organization for months now. So the plan is we wait for the Computas to flag a big Thompson contract. Then we hit distribution, suppliers and then the head himself. One day. One coordinated attack. He’s done.”
“About fucking time,” Jules mumbles under his breath.
“When do we hit?” Judge asks, leaning his bulk on the table.
“When Chewy and the team give us the word.”
We all sit quietly. We’re close, so close to putting down a bad bastard. I know that he won't be the last bastard we’ll have to contend with, but this guy has fingers in so many pies that getting rid of him will become very inconvenient for a lot of wealthy people with abhorrent tastes. And that shit tickles me.
