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“And what about Aria?” Bull asked. “Do you think our enemy is going to give a shit about going after women? They kill dogs.”
“I’ll handle it, but you can’t take my fucking patch from me.”
“Your patch, for now, is taken. There’s nothing I can do. You’re going to have to live with that. I can’t put your life at risk. I promised our old man that I would take care of you.”
Grant slammed his palm against the gate. “Don’t give me that shit. You and I both know our old man didn’t give a crap about me. You were his firstborn son. You were the one he wanted to take care of. Not me. Never fucking me.”
He gritted his teeth as he felt the anger rising.
“I’m doing what I know to be best.” Bull had already started walking toward the door.
“If you do this, I swear you’re going to regret it because I’m not going to stop being your fucking VP. That patch is mine.”
Chapter Eight
“Do you think this is the right thing to do?” Pat asked.
Bull stood in his office and for the first time in a while, he thought about his old man. That bastard had at one point been like a fucking hero to him. This was a long, long, way fucking long time ago. The man had been dead for years, killed at his own hands, and yet he was still causing him trouble.
Grant spent a lot more time with their old man toward the later years. Bull had been tired of his shit, and even though he knew he was a little unstable, he figured as his flesh and blood, Grant would have in some way been safe.
Was he wrong?
Over the years Grant changed. He knew that. Bull also knew to a certain extent that Grant’s bullying ways weren’t even down to his own views. Their dad had a standard of how he felt men should be. Women were trophies. They were meant to look good on your arm, warm your bed, and keep fucking silent. Their dad would have hated Maddie.
Was there a lot of shit that happened that he didn’t know about?
“I’ve got to protect Grant.”
“Putting him in a cell is not going to help.”
“I’m not going to receive him as body parts in the mail. That kind of shit I can’t do.” He ran a hand down his face.
There were times he hated Grant and he’d even thought about killing him once or twice, but he’d never actually do it. Last year, seeing William get parts of his dead brother had cut a little too close to home.
He figured the Vito Crew Cartel was the end of this shit. Yes, he still had business to deal with for the main Cartel, but in the past few months, they’d gone quiet. No gun runs. No drugs. No nothing. Bull wasn’t a fool. He knew shit was going down. What he needed to know was where, how, and when.
Maddie hated living at the club, but until he got rid of this new threat, there was nothing else he could do.
“Grant’s not a fool,” Pat said.
“But he’s hotheaded and I can’t risk him.” There was no way he’d be able to forgive himself. “What do we have on the ground?”
“According to our contacts, no movement. We’ve not had anything from Ranford either. He’d gone into hiding.”
Bull snorted. “And to think he thought he had the answers.” Ranford had once told him that the key to getting the Cartel out of his life was to be willing to sacrifice it all. That wasn’t how he worked. He had the club, Grant, now Maddie and his daughter. He couldn’t just go after the Cartel.
With Ranford now in hiding, it seemed neither could he. The truth was, Ranford’s brother brought the Cartel back into his world. It started in the dogfighting ring, but when they kidnapped Ranford Junior, they tortured him and he clearly ended up giving away too much information that came to bite William in the ass.
“I want the club on high alert. We’re going hunting. I want to check out all the areas around Carnage. I’m not going to give those bastards any chance to hide.”
He knew something was going on, and it was either in his town, or traveling through it. He’d need to talk to Dylan. Bull didn’t like how often he had to talk to Dylan in the past few months. He much preferred to keep a distance between him and law enforcement.
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“I can’t believe your brother threw you in jail,” Aria said, as she poured the hot water out of the kettle. She had already put the food down for Wanda. After a short hesitation, the dog started to eat.
“Yeah, well, my brother is a real piece of work.” Grant was lying on the bed, looking annoyed.
