I heard something crash to the floor, and Lorenzo snickered quietly beside me. Someone was in deep shit for stealing our guns, and they should be. Before this was all done and over with, they would not only feel the wrath of their own club, but they’d feel what it was like to fuck with my club.
"Are you stupid?!" the one with the Hispanic accent roared. "For fuck's sake, those bastards are probably hunting down every single fucking one of us as we speak! You don't go stealing shit from the Black Skulls or the Bloody Royals! You just started a fucking war because of your stupidity! You're not messing with just one biker club by doing this, Rico; you're fucking with two of them!”
It was silent for a moment, and then the Hispanic man spoke again. "Clean this mess up and lay low. Stay near the club house and don't leave town. Don’t go anywhere without someone else with you, and that goes for the whole club. We've got to get in touch with some people because of your fucking stupidity in case this starts a goddamn war. Roll out boys."
When they pulled off, we went around to the front of the warehouse, and I picked the lock on the door. I slung it open and walked inside. There were not only guns in the warehouse, but cocaine and weed, also. "Holy hell," Drew said as we all looked around the warehouse. "Looks like we're not the only ones running drugs around here."
I reigned in my anger at hearing Drew speak. It wouldn't do good to break Drew's nose here. I didn't want to hear a word out of his mouth right now. I was still fucking pissed off about him kissing Amelia in front of me. I’d love nothing more than to lay his ass out cold on the ground, but I didn’t feel like dragging an unconscious body back to the club house.
"Yeah, I don't think Mom or Dad knew either,” I muttered. “Let's roll. We've got to get back so that I can inform them about this as soon as possible."
* * *
Amelia
I wasin the garage working on tuning up my bike when Katie walked over to me. "Amelia, I need a favor," she started, handing me a rag to wipe my hands on.
I arched an eyebrow at her, rolling my shoulder where my knife wound was bothering me as I wiped my hands on the grease towel. Katie rarely asked me to do anything, mostly because she didn't want to argue with me about what she wanted me to do. Everyone here knew that I ran by my own agenda, and most of the time, it involved me getting into a lot of trouble, but I always got the job done. I was a risky person to send to do club shit, but I was the most reliable. I was a last resort to both clubs, not because I was bad at what I do, but because they're afraid they'll be burying me six feet under one day.
"What favor would that be?" I asked her, tossing the rag onto the seat of my bike.
"When Cole gets back, he's going to be giving us some information on the ATL. Once I get the information from him, I'm going to give it to you, and I want you to retaliate against the ATL for me. Can you do that?"
My mind trailed off to that ATL bastard and his men. I didn’t want to put myself under their radar anymore, not after what they had done to me last time.
I couldn’t let Katie see my weakness though, and if I showed fear in front of her or anyone else in this club, it would raise suspicions.
And I couldn’t have the club knowing what happened to me. I couldn’t give the ATL what they wanted.
I smirked at her, ignoring the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could do this. Retaliation was nothing more than causing trouble. Trouble was my middle name. I started it everywhere and anywhere. I just had to be extra careful and make sure that no ATL member saw me.
God forbid that son of a bitch or his brothers got their hands on me again.
"Sure can,” I told her. “It won't be traced back to the club."
She nodded. "I know. That's why I want you to do it."
I cocked my head to the side, looking at her with curious eyes. There was one thing I was curious about. Retaliation was usually planned by the VPs and the presidents, so why wasn't it being done that way this time?
"Why isn't this being done as a club thing?" I asked her.
She sighed, running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Travis wants to wait to retaliate. He wants them to think we haven't figured out it was them and then do something, but I need those guns back as soon as possible,” she informed me. “Bloody Royals has a run two days from now, and this shipment needs to start getting ready to go tomorrow.” She inclined her head to me. “Get the guns, and then do your thing. I'm counting on you, Amelia."
We shook hands on it. "You've got my word that it'll get it done," I assured her.
* * *
Cole had been backfor a few hours now, and Katie had given me the information that I needed to retaliate on the ATL. I was planning to leave at midnight. Everyone here would be too wasted to notice that I was leaving.
I sat at the bar, sipping on my beer as I watched Cole make out with some random girl. He had her pinned against the wall, and if they took it any further, he'd be fucking her. Though, unlike a lot of the other men here, I'd never seen Cole have sex in the middle of the club house. He always took his affairs to his bedroom. He had that much decency, at least.
Cole pulled his lips away from the blonde and turned his head, his eyes meeting mine. He'd obviously sensed that he was being watched. Cole could sense someone watching him like a sixth sense. It was what made him such a great vice and would make him an even better president.
I lifted my beer up at him in greeting, and he walked away from the blonde, coming over to me. Fuck, he looked so damn good. He was wearing dark jeans, white high tops, a white t-shirt under his cut. All I wanted to do at that moment was strip all his clothes off of him and beg him to fuck me.
He placed a hand on either side of me on the bar and leaned into me, making my breath hitch in my throat. He was so close that I could smell the beer and mint on his breath. His eyes were intense when they met mine, showing me just how much he wanted me right then. "You want some of that action, baby?" he asked huskily, running his eyes over me.
I gripped the front of his shirt. If he was offering, I wasn't going to turn him down. That would be stupid of me considering how badly I wanted him at that moment.