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.****LynchFuckin hell, Wildman was still alive.I d just got off the phone with Stone.Word goingaround was that he and what was left of the Red Devils were joining forces with the Predators.His appearance in New Hampshire put Dark Menace in lockdown, and now it was our turn toreturn the favor of help.We weren t fuckin paranoid; we just knew how crazy dangerousWildman and his bunch were.Even the Mexican cartel gave them a wide berth.So far there was no word on the Red Devils retaliating, but we weren t stupid enough toignore the possibility.Stone had prospects listening to talk on the street about what, if anythingwas going down.He was worried, though.He had a few brothers out there on protection runs,and they were prime targets for an ambush, which Wildman and his bunch was known for.Beingshort of men left Stone s club vulnerable.I ran my hands through my hair, meeting each and every one of my brothers eyes as Iglanced around the room.When was this shit ever going to end? Hell, I knew the answeralready it wouldn t end until we put Wildman in the ground, maybe Killer, too, if we wantedpeace.The Predators were babies compared to the evil of the Devils.Hopefully they could bereasoned with, if and when the time came to parley. How many Red Devils survived our hit? Wizard asked in his gravelly tone. Does it fuckin matter? Hulk snarled. If the Predators are being patched-over by theDevils then Wildman s numbers are right back up to where they were before we hit theircompound.Hulk was right.I wondered if Killer fully understood what being patched-over wouldmean for him and his club.If the Predators went through with it. So, are they being patched-over? Yank asked, the look in his eyes slightly wild. Doubt it, Fat Boy responded. Killer is doin Wildman a favor by joining forces withhim, but he won t give-up his presidency.From what I ve heard he s a controlling fuck. Fuckers! Those two need to be put in the ground. Lenny was only saying whateveryone else was thinking.Agreement sounded throughout the room. So what s the plan,prez?As expected, all eyes turned toward me.I leaned back in my chair, watching as somepulled out cigarettes and lit them up, others swallowed drinks.I crossed my arms.The plan wasalways the same when it came to shit like this.We went to war. Before we talk about that we need to take a vote on patching in our prospects, becausewe ll sure as fuck need more men going in to New Hampshire. Well, I m not voting in Chicken, Wizard spoke up gruffly. Been watching the littlebastard, and he s a sneaky devil.It seemed more likely that Wizard just didn t like Chicken.Chicken was a fuck-up, and ifwe didn t vote him into Wild Marauders it would be on that merit alone.It didn t matter if we allliked a brother or not.No one wanted to say out loud that perhaps Wizard was just too fuckingold to keep up with the younger brothers, but the expressions on the faces of some of the otherbrothers made it clear that this is what they were thinking. All right, how many want to vote Chicken in? Not one brother raised their hand. We need more time with him prospecting, Hulk said. I agree with Wizard, he s toofuckin secretive. What about Bullseye? I glanced around the room. I think he s earned his right as a fullpatched member. Yeah, he took two fuckin bullets for the club, added Lenny. Let s vote.How many think he should be patched-in? Everyone raised their hands. What about Snake? He was the newest prospect, and so far he d fuckin shown that he couldhandle himself in a fight. He just came back from a fight in Last Hope, and brought the club inthirty-five grand. Nods of agreement were followed by hands in the air. Done. I glanced atMoody. Get their cuts ordered. Man is good in the rink, Lenny agreed. Earning us thirty-five grand in less than fifteenminutes. Do we want Snake to finish church with us?Fat Boy s suggestion was a good one.Including a newly patched-in member in churchwas not something that we normally did, but with the shit coming up it would be easier thanfilling him in on the plan later.I gave Fat Boy a nod.He scooted his chair back and went out to get Snake.The newlypatched-in member walked into the room with a huge smile on his whiskered face.Oncecongratulations went around the room, a spare chair was pulled up to the table and Snake took aseat [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]