“We go back to working for Frank.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Felix barks into the phone. “You and I know he’s going to kill her anyway, and after you give him the money you go back to being his bitch! If the Mafia doesn’t come and kill you first!”
“He’s not getting the money, the Devils are.” I’m trying to explain to him what is going down, but his tone of voice is really starting to piss me off.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” He’s angry, shouting like a pissed off teenager. “Who’s not to say the Devils won’t fucking set you up?!”
“I don’t have a choice right now, Felix. It’s my only option!” I holler back, my patience wearing thin.
“You do this, and you won’t get the club back ever again, you know that, right? You saving her is playing right back into his hands. You’re picking the fucking cop over your club, again!” He’s still shouting, and it pisses me off more than I already am. I snap. I’m still his fucking president, and he’s obviously forgot his fucking respect before he answered the phone.
“Felix!” I yell into the phone. “She’s fucking pregnant with my child, and I’m saving her before anything else. You either be my brother and help me save my girl and unborn child, or you bail. You turn your back, portraying your loyalty to me and ending your position as my Vice President. I don’t blame you either way. I’m the one changing the rules…I know that. So step the fuck up and be the right hand I need, or walk the hell away.”
I hang the phone up, glancing at Lip. My face must look like a fucking kid in a horror house with the way Lip is looking back at me.
“What’s he so pissed about?”
“I’m picking saving a cop rather than saving my club.” The words are thick, and falling from my mouth with hesitation. I worked so hard for the club, spilled so much blood to get to where I am. I am putting years worth of goals and dreams at the bottom of the list to save a girl I never should have given a second look at.
I’m going to save a sheriff.
I’m going to save my ol’ lady.
I’m going to save the woman carrying my unborn child.
So, if Felix walks, fuck him.
“I got your back, man. I’m in.” He nods his head firmly, and gives my back a friendly slap. The soft look on his face digs deep inside my chest. All I have ever wanted was to have my brother take my side, be here for me, and I for him. A bond. A family. A fucking brother.
“You sure?” I ask, he owes me nothing and I’m still shocked he and his club want to help me.
He shrugs. “What’s a brother for if you can’t rely on him to help steal your cop girlfriend back from an insane family member who is part of the Mafia?” I laugh.
Lowering my head, I rub the back of my neck awkwardly.
“Thanks, man,” I whisper.
I take a deep breath, and get a hold of my emotions. I’m starting to feel like a bitch getting all soft over here.
“So, let’s do this,” Bull adds, blowing smoke through his mouth and nose.
With that, every member of the Devil’s Dust speaks up, all offering their help.
I follow the Devil’s Dust out of their club, bulletproof vest in one hand, a nine millimeter and a loaded .45 millimeter in my holster. They all chipped in to make sure my ass was protected, and I still can’t fucking believe it. Looking over my shoulder, waiting for a prank to transpire, or a bullet to hit me in the chest.
“Why are you doing this for me?” I ask Lip as I clip my vest into place.
“It’s called brotherhood.” He shrugs, putting on his own vest.
“You were right, you know.”
“Right about what?”
“Not coming back to Vegas with me, that my club was nothing but savages.”
“Man, I just said that because—”
“Regardless, you were right. This right here, what you guys are doing for me I’ve never seen it before. In Vegas they would have killed me, but not before laughing in my face when I asked for help. This is…it’s something else.”
Lip pats me on the back. “Well, it’s not too late to switch things around.”
I nod. He’s right, if there’s any time to show my boys what a brotherhood should be and become the fucking president I know I can be, it’s now.
Heading toward the bikes, Shadow points to the SUV.
“You two should take the SUV, we might need the extra muscle if we’re taking down a car with millions of dollars,” he suggests.
Swallowing hard, I head toward the black SUV with Lip as the rest of the Devils head towards their bikes. Adrenaline pounds through my veins that tonight is going to get messy.
Lip jumps in the driver’s side and I give them directions before we speed toward Vegas.
The whole time I’m checking my gun, making sure it’s loaded, and pulling on my bulletproof vest anxiously.
“You okay?” Lip questions.
Looking out the window I blow out a nervous breath. “Does it look like I’m okay?”