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The name rings a bell. Pretty sure that was the club we went on a run to Cali for and torched. We burnt every dirty fucker alive inside too. The club shouldn’t be having any issues with the Fists; they should all be dead.

Chaos shrugs. “I don’t know if they’re back, but they have video of two wearing their colors vandalizing a building next to the compound. They can’t pin down a location on them.”

“Fuck,” Viking mutters. “Ares hasn’t called yet, so we’ll leave it for now. But…keep your eyes open for them. We killed a lot of those fuckers the last time we chased them down. Doesn’t mean we got ‘em all, though, and they could be coming for retaliation.”

“It’s been what, three years?” Sinner blurts.

“Yeah; however, if you think about it in terms of revenge, it’s plenty of time for us to be forgetting about them. It’s smart. We’re not lookin’ for them, and they can snuff us out before we get our feet on the ground.”

“True. So we just sit back and wait? Not our usual style, brother.” I give my two cents.

“I know. I don’t like it either, but if we keep watch and wait on ‘em, we’ll catch them. Hopefully for good this time. I’m sick of these stupid fucks. If we don’t have any other business, I’m going to head over to the other club. See if we can get a church session with the other brothers and come up with a more concrete plan. I’m sure Ares is already plotting.”

“I’ll head over with you.”

It’s probably not a good idea to be out riding alone if there’s someone on the hunt for us. The other brothers agree with me and decide to come along as well, strength in numbers and all. Viking gives Ares a call to see if we can do church with them now versus waiting.

“Appreciate you sitting down with us and having us at your table,” Viking grumbles once Ares calls attention to everyone piled into their small room they use for church. It’s smaller than ours, but since we wanted to talk, we came to them.

“You’re welcome here anytime, brother,” Ares replies and glances at each of us. I’m sitting across from Twist, crazy blond fucker covered in more tattoos than myself. Most of the brothers stand, lining the room, as only ten of us can fit around the table. “Now, what’s going on?”

“Chaos brought it up that the Iron Fists may have returned.”

Collective growls and murmurs scatter amongst the members.

“You heard right. Wasn’t gonna drag your members into it unless shit got heavy.”

“I’m thinking the bastards may be jonesin’ for some retaliation with my crew. Figured it best we hit you up.”

Cain sits forward. “You’re probably right. We need to fuck ‘em up before they hurt anyone like the last time they came through.” He glances at Ares as several of the brothers agree with an ‘aye.’

My gaze hits Twist briefly, stopping on the scar running along the top of his forehead. He got some of the blow back from the Fists the last time they were in town. Brother had to be transported to the hospital after shrapnel made him flip his bike. That feels like a lifetime ago though.

“We’re not here to overstep, Ares. Let us know your plan, and we’ve got your back.” Viking ignores Cain’s suggestion, concentrating on the other Prez.

None of us have any issues with Cain, especially myself as his kid plays with mine. Cain and his ol’ lady are good people, but this is a discussion held by the Presidents to then be voted on by all of us.

“Your friendship is valuable to this club, we won’t forget that or how you’ve helped in the past,” the Prez says to the other, and they clasp hands.

Once enemies, they’re now brothers, friends, and each other’s full supporter. At one point, I as well as most of the club thought we’d catch hell because we were sure Viking was going to end up killing Ares. They surprised us all by bonding over Princess. There’s so much history between us all; we’ve grown to respect each other a great deal.

“Now,” Ares clears his throat, “we’ve discussed this. We’re watching the feeds around the compound and have taken some funds to send the families on vacation, minus a few of us. Avery will stay here along with London to help keep the clubhouse running. London’s mom and brother have taken her and Cain’s kids out of town, so they’re safe.”

Of course, those two would be left behind. The Prez’s ol’ lady along with Cain’s. Cain won’t let London out of his sight from what I hear, along with those two women being kamikazes. They’re almost as bad as Princess and Bethany. The four of them together could seriously cause a shit storm if they wanted to.

“With them gone, we’re tryin’ to figure out where these jackoffs are stayin’. Once we find out, we’re blowing them sky high. Fuck the dumb shit; I’m done with them existin’.”

“That sounds all good, except, what if this isn’t all of them?” Blaze grumbles, sitting next to Viking. “We’ve all heard how this club has chapters in Texas and Cali and that some of the compounds can’t be found.”

“We torched their south Texas or Mexican border club years back,” 2 Piece answers. Not only is he a club officer; he’s Ares’ property. Yes, you heard that correctly. Ares has an ol’ lady and an ol’ man. “Then the Nomads torched the Cali club,” he finishes, and I nod, confirming his explanation. 2 Piece actually rode with us on that hit. He’s cool in my book, true to his position and loyal to the club.

Viking sips some whiskey from his flask, his eyes shooting to Spider. “Spidey, can you do some tech shit and find out if these fuckers have been popping up anywhere else?” He rode back in last night and couldn’t have timed it any better.

“Yeah, I can, uh, run the club’s video against a facial recognition program I have that’s linked into the justice monitoring system via stateside.”

“Whatever the fuck you just said, do it.” Viking nods, and a few of us chuckle. We have no idea what the hell Spider is talking about half the time, but it sounds good. He’s one smart fucker, probably bordering on genius. No idea what someone with his head is doing riding with a bunch of outlaws.

Pulling a smoke free, Ares watches as I light it up, swallowing and staring longingly. We’ve all heard the stories how Avery has his nuts in a vice when it comes to him smoking.


Tags: Sapphire Knight Oath Keepers MC Nomads Erotic