Savage
This was such a bad idea.
The wind howled viciously as the rain pelted angrily against my body. I could barely see a damn thing through this storm. Of all the nights to do this shit, it had to be on a night like this. Why couldn’t it be clear skies and dry? Why did she insist on doing this? It wasn’t like she truly knew the man.
So, he was her biological twin brother. Just because they shared a womb together that didn’t make them family. Well, not in my book anyway. From what I’d seen of families, blood didn’t mean shit. Hell, I had several brothers who didn’t share one ounce of DNA with me and I considered them more my family than my own father. Not that my pop’s was a bad seed because he wasn’t. Nope, family was someone who had your back, would bleed with you, kill with you, stick with you through thick and thin then laugh about it over some beers.
That was family in my book.
As far as I was concerned, she gave the fucker a chance back in New York and he ignored it. Therefore, he forfeited his chance at survival and to be a member of our family.
But did my sister think like that?
Fuck no.
She wanted to save him. She just had to make things right. The funny thing was though, nothing was ever going to be right again. Nothing ever was with this club. When one thing got fixed, five other problems showed up.
That was the story of the Golden Skulls.
I had been a part of the same club since I was nineteen years old.
I grew up in the club and worked my way up to the same position my dad held before he died.
I was the Master of Arms for the Golden Skulls. A solid job with a lot of perks like the club whores. Anyone one of them would fight to have me but that wasn’t my way. The club had rules. I knew them, so did they. No cut-slut, no club whore could ever be an Ol’Lady. Well, not my Ol’Lady. Not that I wanted one anyway.
Fuck that.
Too much drama. I was young, virile and hadn’t sowed my wild oats yet. Okay, I was making a dent for sure but there were plenty more pussies out there for me to sink my dick into and I couldn’t wait to try them out. Instead of doing that, where was I? Squatting in a fucking field, getting drenched by one hell of a fucking thunderstorm all because my baby sister couldn’t leave well enough alone. It didn’t matter how many times I tried to talk her out of this. When Kitty made up her mind nothing would ever change it.
Stubborn woman.
Looking around the open area it wasn’t much to talk about. Just a moggy field, some dense trees a swamp to our back and bugs.
Holy fucking shit were there a crap ton of bugs here.
I would have thought that that alone would have my sister reconsidering her plan of action but nope. She was laser-focused and waiting for her time to intervene. The only problem I foresaw was the highly guarded shack.
Men were patrolling everywhere.
Too many for just the two of us.
How were we supposed to get to the house if we couldn’t even move a damn inch? I knew Sandman was in there. I could hear his screams from where I was squatting. I just didn’t see a way in without one or both of us getting shot. “Kitty. What do you want to do?”
I don’t know why I asked the question. It was stupid actually because knowing my sister if she could, she would steamroll into that house, grab her twin and kill every fucker in her way.
Yeah, my sister wasn’t big on forgiveness.
As far as I was concerned, this whole fucked up mess had gotten out of hand. It was time to take everyone down a notch and put the advantage back into our hands. I believed in doing things old school. Why endanger the whole club for one individual. Nope, I say find the fucker and just put a bullet in his head. So, what if someone had to do twenty-five to life. Totally worth it in my book and no one else got hurt. All this subterfuge and planning was an ass-kicking waiting to happen. Too many details that could go wrong.
Nope, simple shit was easier but my sister never did anything simple. Nothing was easy when it came to her. My baby sister had plans upon plans and even her contingency plans had backup plans.
God, when all this started, I never thought for a second it would get this crazy. I’d seen crazy my whole life but nothing like this shit.
“Where the fuck are the rest of the brothers? Didn’t Reaper say they’d meet us here?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking about the area. I could tell my sister was worried. So was I. Toxic and the Florida Chapter were supposed to have been here already. We’d been waiting for close to thirty minutes now. The longer we waited, the more I knew Kitty would end up doing something stupid. Not that she was but my sister never really thought shit through when it came to her family. She went with her gut and hoped for the best. My sister only had so much patience before she went crazy.
Basically, she was a ticking time bomb but at least she tried.