“They hurt Tabitha.”
“One kid hurt her, and Simon put him in the ground.”
“But in my opinion, they used that opportunity to take the piss, and for that, it’s unforgivable. They should be killed because of it.”
Devil closed his eyes and held his hand up. “But it’s not the deal we have in place.”
“Exactly.”
If they went back on their word with Michael Granito, it would mean a great deal of shit for their clubs. Not that the law had anything concrete, but it would mean they’d immediately be breathing down their necks. Then Lash had to think about the women and children they were currently helping, as well as men.
The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds MCs were more about revenge. They were more than making it right. People relied on them, and Lash couldn’t allow that to just be for nothing.
“You’ve got to burn it out,” Devil said. “We both do.”
“Simon feeling the same way?”
“Yeah, he is.”
Lash could imagine he was. If it had been Angel, Lash would have felt the same way. Even though Tabitha wasn’t his kid, she was still club, and the truth was, Lash had been so fucking angry.
Angel had spent many nights with him after he made that deal with the Monster Dogs MC. Lash’s natural instinct had been to take the war to them. To kill them all. To show them that The Skulls had no mercy when it came to them.
He had to consider the club’s position, their deal, their arrangement.
Michael was able to handle the death of Ryan so it didn’t blow back on Simon, but that was all. The rest, Lash had to handle, and it had fucked with his head for a long time. It was why when the opportunity to put them in their place rose, he took it. Since then, whenever they reached out, he did what he could to fucking squash them.
They were the enemy. There was no way he’d accept them on his turf, and to help matters, he had even made sure that if one of them set foot in Fort Wills wearing their leather cut or riding their bike, he could call his good friend Michael and make their lives a living hell.
It was as good as it got for now.
Deep down, it was all he could allow his son to do. There was a bigger picture, and he couldn’t allow Anthony to fuck that up. There was a lot his son had to learn.
“We raised good kids,” Devil said.
Lash laughed. “Oh, I know, I just hope they can handle gritting their teeth while they get through their shit.”
Chapter Nine
“You talked to Daisy,” Anthony said.
He sat on the bench in the freezing cold and stared at Tabitha.
She had a jacket wrapped around her body, looking half-frozen.
“Yeah, I talked to Daisy, and it seems to me that you’ve been avoiding me.”
Anthony stared at her. It wouldn’t work. It never did. Tabitha was downright stubborn and a giant pain in the ass.
“Not avoiding you. In case you didn’t know, it’s Christmas, and there’s a lot to do.”
“And I know you, Anthony.”
He rested his elbows on his knees and stared at her, waiting. There was no reason for him to start this conversation. This was all on her.
He waited.
“Damn it, stop being a dick.”