Page 90 of Beautifully Reckless
“Yeah. I fucking know how Ewan is,” I grumble, hating that Smitty was right earlier when he said the reputation of our club is on the line.
Ian Allen is gunning for us.
“Allen mentioned Abbey’s name so many times that it’s now ingrained into my dad’s brain,” Liam says. “He know’s Allen is dirty as fuck, but it doesn’t matter. Being associated with an MC accused of trafficking, especially minors, is not part of Dad’s business model.”
I’m about ready to hurl the phone at the wall when JD cuts in.
“Has your team dug up anything else on Allen or his family?”
“Nah. Not yet. That bloke must have deep fucking pockets, because our informants have gone dark. We’ve got hackers working around the clock, but men like him don’t leave a paper trail.”
JD and I lock eyes, our concern mirrored.
“Why does Allen have such a hard on for you, Ringo? How’d he even know you were involved?”
I consider Liam’s words for a moment before it hits me.
I know exactly how.
Back on the freeway, when my MC surrounded Daniel and Donny’s car so Crow could get Abbey away… I fucking poked the bear.
The bear being Ian Allen and his nephew, Donny.
I punched Donny in the nose, and threw my name in his face.
“I can’t fucking wait to meet your uncle Ian. Be sure to tell him Ringo is coming for him!”
It doesn’t take a genius to find out who I am. We didn’t hide our cuts, so Donny and Daniel saw our Southern Sadists death heads on our backs. And there’s only one Southern Sadist that goes by Ringo in Australia.
The hunt for Abbey is now more than personal.
I’m the real reason my club is in the firing line. Not Abbey.
So while they are still hunting for Abbey, they’ve basically put the Southern Sadists on notice by dragging our allies into it, shaking up every partnership we’ve built.
It’s smart.
Stir up shit with our people, drop my name, and suddenly we’re not just dodging cops. We’re dealing with a hoard of organised crimers who don’t want their business getting fucked by the police.
Fuck.
Not only have I put a bigger target on Abbey’s back, but I’ve put one on the club too.
No wonder Smitty was so pissed.
“I may have punched his nephew in the nose,” I finally answer Liam’s question. “But let’s not forget, Donny is a rapist cunt, along with his prick mates. They’re all going to die. I won’t fucking stop until I see to that.”
“Damn. You’re in deep with this chick, huh?”
“Shut up,” I snap while JD chuckles.
“He sure is.”
I punch his shoulder, but he takes it with a grin, tossing a peanut into the air and catching it in his mouth like a cocky bastard.
“Come on, man.”Liam sighs, the sound of a lighter clicking in the background. “You’re talking tome. No need to lie about your girl.”
My girl.
