“Call the club doctor and get Beth looked at,” I grumble.
“No offense, boss, but if you get your girlfriend to check out your ex-wife, you’re just inviting a murder,” Briar says.
“True enough. My Annie is shy, but if I did that, she’d tear the doctor apart limb by limb.”
“My money is on Beth,” Latch speaks up. “She’s quiet. Those quiet women can be hell on wheels.”
“True story,” Sabre says, bumping fists with Latch.
“I don’t know. I think Dr. Torres might have the advantage, being a feisty Latina and all,” teases Clutch.
“She’s not Latina, you idiot,” Shaft grumbles.
“I think she might take Beth, too. But it’d be a hell of a match,” Torch chimes in.
“Will you fuckers shut up? I don’t have a fucking girlfriend and I’m talking about Doc Patton. Get him to come out. He will help the club anytime we ask.”
“Patton? Jesus Christ eating pancakes! Is that asshole still alive?” Torch asks. “How old is he now?”
“Shit, he has to be a hundred and twenty,” Briar says.
“Mierda! Can we talk about what the fuck we’re here for?”
“You know you need to watch the words you say in front of Gabby. Before you know it she’s going to be running around telling everyone to fuck off.”
“Good. Then they’ll know not to mess with her,” I grumble at T-Rex.”
“Not so good,” Beast objects, and his deep voice quiets the room down. “Little girls are supposed to be cherished and taken care of. They shouldn’t need to tell anyone shit. That’s our job.” The room goes completely silent now. The man’s eyes are glued on little Gabby and there’s such pain coming off of him, it swamps the room. I haven’t had Gabby long, but I swear I don’t see how Beast does it. I don’t know how the bastard still finds the courage to breathe.
I clear my throat over the lump I have in it and I hold a sleeping Gabby a little tighter. “Okay, let’s talk business. Namely, Matthew. Do we know anything about this damn cabin he’s holed up at?”
“It’s a freaking cabin in Hurricane, Tennessee,” Torch says.
“Tennessee? What’s the asshole doing so fucking close? That’s not even three hours away!” Briar growls.
“If I had to guess, I’d say he’s staying close so he and Colin can attack easier,” I answer.
“You think they’re planning shit?” Latch asks.
“Seguro.” I know they are. I can feel it.
“Then we should give them the fight they want,” Beast murmurs, and I agree one hundred and fifty percent.
“What do we know about the cabin?” I prompt.
“They have it guarded like fucking Fort Knox,” Torch says, and finally he is all business. Well, except for his t-shirt that has a giant rooster on it being whipped by a shadow figure which is obviously a very well-endowed female. Writing under the picture proclaims his wife is a giant cock tamer. Christo. I have no idea where he finds these motherfucking shirts.
“Any weaknesses?” I ask him, turning my mind back to the business at hand.
“The property butts up against the Green River. I think we can bring a boat in from the East and slip through the defenses there pretty easily. Plus, surveillance shows that bastard Matthew and about ten of his top henchmen. Sadly, there’s no sign of that fucker Colin. I think it’s pretty clear that word has gotten out we’re hunting them.”
“Good, I want them to fear what’s coming,” I tell him.
“Might make them harder to find,” Sabre cautions.
“I’ll find them,” I tell him coldly. “Torch, what about explosives? I’m not about to walk into another fucking mess like last time,” I growl.
“That’s Colin’s calling card, mostly,” Beast says, and I know he’s upset I didn’t take Colin out and, instead, exacted all my revenge on Redmond. That’s on me, too. I was too fucked up in the head to see what was going on.
“There’s a supply building on the outskirts of the property line on the south side. Scans show that it contains explosives inside, but that’s it. Of course, we can’t be a hundred percent sure until we get in there, but it looks like it’s mostly clear,” Torch informs us.
“The cabin itself might be sketchy, but with the bastard inside it, I don’t see it being rigged to blow,” Clutch adds.
“Anything else pop up through surveillance that might help us?” I question the brothers, shifting Gabby in my arms. For being barely two, she’s a chunk.
“Glad you asked, boss. Matthew and his men are randy motherfuckers. They have women delivered for a party every Friday,” Torch says with a grin.
He knows as well as I do, this is our in.
“That’s two days away. T-Rex, you’re over the women. Do you think Clara and a few girls would be willing to help us out?”
Briar sits back with a calculating look. “You’re thinking of intercepting their shipment with our own girls?” he asks.
“Damn straight,” I answer without hesitation.