“Appreciate it. You think this has to do with the biker that was hanging around here yesterday that she called us about?”
Odin agrees. “Hell yes. I’d bet money on it too. They clearly have Chevelle in their sights. It sucks for her. If we weren’t here, she’d most likely end up dead or kidnapped. Luckily, we caught it before things escalated to that.”
I draw in a quick breath, picturing those stupid fucks taking her and knowing just a few of the things they’d do to her. “I can’t let her get hurt.”
“We agree with you. Trust me, this is Viking and Ares’ prayers getting answered. They’ve been sitting on the sidelines waiting to find these guys and have a reason to take them out. They’ve fucked with our club enough. Now it’s just about finding their locations. Each one of these fucks that comes around, we snatch them and question as much as possible.”
“Good. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”
“You’ll need to, they tend to be sneaky,” Odin supplies.
“Then we should set up a trap.” A menacing grin overtakes my lips as I begin to think of what I need to make sure we have our chance to extract information out of every Fist that comes snooping around. “I need horse tranquilizer,” I say seriously, and Odin smiles.
“This is going to be fun.”
“I’m going to use them as target practice from four floors up. Make sure you have a truck at the ready.”
“You got it,” he agrees, and I fist bump them both.