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Shaking his head, he walks downstairs. He just needs to get this squared away, and then he can focus on his relationship. This motherfucker’s going to die.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Griffin’s Beach
Undertaker
“No!” Venom snaps. “No fucking way!”
“Venom—”
“Ky, he attacked Marnie!”
Undertaker stares in angry silence at Ky’s proposal. How can the Vice President not understand how important this is?
“He killed my best friend’s sister,” he says, his voice dripping with hatred.
“What if it was Felicity who was attacked?” Venom challenges. “Would you still feel the same way?”
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want blood, but the truth is, we have a lot of fucking eyes on us right now. I’d have to do what’s bestfor the club,” Ky says. “I’m not saying you’re wrong in wanting blood, but there’s a time and place for it.”
Clenching his fists, Venom leans so far back in his chair that he risks falling backwards. He’s so angry right now that he probably wouldn’t even feel it.
“You’re letting your VP run the show now?” Undertaker asks as he glares at Colt. “That’s how you’re leading?”
“Hey, fuck you,” Ky says.
“Lex was shot at while saving Marnie,” Colt says, speaking for the first time since the meeting started. “He attacked more than one of our own, and he’s killed someone close to you. I get it, believe me. I do. But Ky’s not wrong. We have to be strategic about this.”
Venom’s eyes widen as he slams the chair back down on all four legs. “Wait, you agree with him?”
“I’m taking a step back to look at the whole picture. We didn’t go and destroy Jamie’s father when he tried to kidnap her because we had enough heat on us with the Ramsey situation. If we go into this, guns blazing, we’re opening up a can of worms we can’t put the lid back on.”
“But—”
“Not to mention that you’re playing right into Travis’s plan if you go out and kill this guy,” Grayson says.
The non-member standing at the back was just a fly on the wall until now. It’s strange having him in Church, but he’s been heavily involved.
Except he’s against me, so he can go fuck off.
“What are you talking about?” Venom asks, his expression changing. Undertaker worries he’s a man alone wanting blood now.
“The GBPD wants us to do this. To take care of this problem for them, and if we go out and kill the asshole Brock and Graysonidentified, we play right into their hand,” Colt says. “They think we have an unquenchable need to kill.”
Smirking, Grayson nods. “If Travis and Julian can’t take the credit for solving the murders, they’ll be happy to settle for the problem just disappearing.”
“That’s not a good enough reason to keep this motherfucker alive,” Undertaker growls. As he looks at Venom, he realizes he’s the only one left ready to pop this guy’s head like a pimple.
“What about the other unidentified women?” he counters. “Does your desire for revenge trump their right to be known and mourned?”
Well, you can go fuck all the way off a goddamn cliff, Mr. Logic.
“I get it, trust me,” Grayson continues. “But Travis and Julian won’t go out of their way to find the loved ones of these women, and they’ll forever be Jane Does. Do they deserve to have no one miss them?”
Colt locks eyes with Brock. “We keep him alive. For now.”
The confusion turns into a beaming smile. “Got it, Pres.”
