I need to think about shit, especially the latest shit storm dealt to me by Pistol. I need to plan. I’m not sure how to find the mole in my club without alerting him. Whatever I do, I need to be careful. First, I need to kill the Donahues. Getting rid of them will be two less threats hanging over my head, threats that I know for sure are there. They aren’t hiding in the shadows, so they come first.
If I was the man I used to be, I would talk things out with my closest brothers. That’s not an option for me right now. I’m pretty sure I’m just done. Being president of the Devil’s Blaze has cost me so much and I’m fucking tired of it. I’ve given my life and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing.
I’ll use the club to kill the Donahues and then… I’ll find the mole and exact my revenge personally. It could be stupid and it may be the fucking end of me, but then again, I’m tired of breathing anyways.
There’s a meeting planned for tonight to go over our strike. Until then, I need a fucking break. I need to get away from Beth. I throw some clothes on, a plan forming in my mind.
I walk out of the room and down the hall. The first thing I do is hesitate at Beth’s door. I should check on Gabby before I leave. It wouldn’t be to see Beth again; it’s just that Gabby already sees me as a stranger. If I’m going to leave for the day, I should see her. That’s all.
I turn to go in when I see Sabre walking down the hall with Gabby on his hip. God, she is a beautiful baby. I should have been there for her. I should have been the first to hold her…
“What are you doing with mi hija?”
“Annie’s supposed to be watching Gabby for Beth, but she’s had a bad time with morning sickness today. So, I took Gabby when Annie fell back asleep. Jesus, ‘morning’ sickness… that’s a bunch of shit. She stayed sick all night long. Daytime is the only time she rests at all.”
“I’ll take her back to Beth,” I tell him, already reaching for Gabby. Thankfully, she comes to me with a smile. Those are fucking rare, and I know in my gut that it wouldn’t have happened if Torch was around.
“She’s not here,” Sabre says so casually he has no idea I’m resisting the urge to slap the shit out of him.
“Where the hell is she?”
“Torch got a few prospects and took the girls into town to the day spa. Supposed to last all day. Some kind of pre-wedding gift.”
“Pre-wedding gift? Jesus, that man is whipped,” I growl, hating him a little bit more.
“And proud of it,” the bastard says, coming up behind us.
“Who’s watching the girls?” I growl, instantly worried. I don’t want Beth left on her own at all until I neutralize the Donahues—or whoever the fuck else is in the wings.
Jesus, and now I need to take care of the Chrome Saints and Viper. Yeah, he’s going down separate from his fucking club. The world will be a better place without him.
Christo, my list just keeps growing.
“I’ve got three of our prospects watching over them. They’re good. I’ll go back and pick them up this evening.”
“See that you do,” I growl, and when he goes to reach for Gabby and she starts twisting in my arms to get to him, I shut that shit down. “Gabby and I are going to see Diesel. I’m taking the wagon,” I tell him, talking about my SUV.
“You going to get Diesel and his men to help on the raid?” Sabre asks.
“Shit no. If the ones that are going can’t take down Matthew and those sorry bodyguards he keeps, we don’t deserve to wear cuts. No, I’m just getting out for the day. Going to show my daughter off.”
“We’ll follow you down,” Torch tells me. “I got some of the specs that Crusher wanted for the computer setup that Diesel’s wanting to install.”
“You have to make sure the girls are safe.”
“Latch and I will be here, and our best prospects are on them. They’ll be fine. Honestly, I’d prefer the two of you travel together. Can’t be too careful these days. There’s safety in numbers,” Sabre says, and I want to beat the hell out of him. I want to be alone. The last fucking thing I need is Torch tagging along.
“I want Beast standing over the girls,” I growl, not knowing who I can trust, but knowing Beast is my best bet. If Sabre looks put-off, he doesn’t saying anything, though he does watch me carefully. Could he be the fucking mole?
“Sounds good,” Torch says, and just like that I’m trapped with the fucker.
“You’ll drive so I can pay attention to Gabby,” I grumble. There’s no way that I’m going to let him bond with my daughter any further. No way.
As we load up, I’m left with one thought. What in the hell else is going to fuck up today?
Somehow I know something will.