That got my attention.
I knew that mother fucker. His cult, the Disciples of the Word, had my Ari before I rescued her. The Disciples of the Word were nothing more than a zealous religious cult that explored the darker parts of the bible like bloodletting, drinking and harvesting humans for their one true God. They were a satanic cult. Nothing more and I hated every one of those fuckers. I hoped there was a special place in hell for them. Just thinking about my beautiful Ari in the hands of those bastards had my blood pumping. My siblings and mother attended their church for a short time until my father discovered what they were truly about. The club went after them, thinking they eradicated all of them until the club and I realized that they just went underground and recuperated. Just across the border in Oregon, the cult was still active with deep pockets thanks to the Original Seven and the Society. We still kept tabs on them, but until we took down the Society there was nothing we could about the cult.
“Tell me I finally get to blow that fucking compound to hell,” I growled angrily.
“Not yet,” Phantom sighed. “The cult isn’t a problem at the moment. The problem is Worthington and his bitch of a wife. I was able to trace the burner phone to one of the towers close by. That’s how the Society knows what’s going on here. They are watching this clubhouse. And his bitch of a wife, she is the one who has eyes on Remi and little Jesse. We are, in fact, being watched.”
“Is the clubhouse compromised?” Reaper asked.
“I can get my equipment, but it’s going to take me a few days to find out. Sypher is in Tennessee and I can only do so much with Player and Matrix on the island.”
“I can help,” Patrick said, offering, “I have some equipment back at the house that might help. I’ve been tinkering on a new device. I think it might help.”
Reaper nodded. “Go get it and when you come back, I better see your cut on your back. Got me, Hangman?”
Phantom’s head snapped up quickly when Reaper called Patrick by his club name. The shock on her face was evident. I didn’t know what rattled her this time, but when I saw her return to her keyboard, her hands were shaking again.
“Got it, Prez.”
When Hangman left, Reaper added, “Okay. I want this clubhouse checked top to bottom. Massacre, call your cousin and bring him up to speed. Ghost, you are with me. We have a wedding planner to talk to.”