I wasn’t stupid.
I knew I wouldn’t get away with this crap forever. Therefore, I needed an exit plan. Something that would ensure that those I care about the most would make it out alive. Never thought I’d have to actually use it, but it was there just in case. Now with the heat bearing down on me I knew I would be forced to act.
The only fucked up part about my exit plan was that I couldn’t take everyone with me. I was going to have to hang many of my brothers out to dry and leave them holding the bag.
That’s if they survived the fallout.
I didn’t expect many would.
Was that fucked up?
It sure the hell was but I had no other choice. I had to protect my woman and kid. No matter what, they had to survive the coming destruction.
Chaos gulped and nodded. “Yeah man. Just say the word and I will put everything in motion.”
“Stay close,” I sighed, rubbing my hands down my face.
When I embarked on this path, I prepared for every eventuality.
Kitty wasn’t the only one who thought fifty steps ahead.
As much as I tried to avoid pulling that trigger, I knew if I couldn’t find a way out of this mess, I would be left with no choice. It wasn’t something I was eager to do. The fallout was going to be bloody, but at least me and mine would survive. That’s all I cared about. As fucked up as that sounded, it was the truth. I cared about my brothers in this club and didn’t relish the idea of turning my back on them, but to protect Remi and my kid that was exactly what I was going to do.
“Sure man,” Chaos said, taking a seat. “Reaper, it will help if you tell me what’s really going on. I have my sisters I need to protect. Are you expecting kickback?”
“I don’t know. He isn’t happy with me.”
“You knew this was going to be tricky. Why is he complaining now? Everything’s been fine for years. What’s changed?”
“He wants me back in the fold.”
“No,” Chaos said, shaking his head. “You can’t Reaper. There’s no way we can hide that from the others. It’s bad enough that I use my nightclub as a drop-off and pick-up. Fuck man, do you know how hard it is to make sure none of the brothers are around when that shit happens?”
And that was the crux of the matter.
When I had Pop’s killed and learned the real truth of what was happening, I refused to comply. I broke away with how things were done in the club and set the Golden Skulls on a different path.
For years, I believed I was making a difference until my woman showed up damn near beaten to death. It was then that I learned more of what was going on. That my good intentions were for nothing. I was just another cog in the great deception.
Talk about a mind fuck.
Thinking I was doing good only to find out I changed one evil mother fucker for another.
Solidifying my resolve to do the right thing, I walked away from everything. The fucking problem with doing the right thing is that it tends to piss a lot of people off.
Something I apparently have a gift for.
Like I give a fuck what others thought.
So, I paved a new path for this club. Over the last three years I’ve tried to clean up the mess Pop’s and my biological father William failed to control, losing good men along the way. Now everything was about to come to a head, all because of something I unknowingly did when I was fifteen.
My big secret.
Something sinister, so atrocious, I tried for years to forget about but never could. The same secret this fucker knew about and was holding over my head.
“I know,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “I don’t know what I’m going to do Chaos. I can’t keep telling him no for much longer. If I do, he will come for the club.”
“And you can’t tell the others either. They won’t understand. Hell man, I don’t either, but I trust you know what you’re doing. You know I’ve got your back.”