Once I’m dressed and my kutte is over my shoulders, I yank open the door with a scowl.Cyanide has his hand poised to knock again, and I shove it back at him until he hits himself in the face.
“That was just mean,” he says with a wince.
“The way you beat down my door was mean.Are we ready to roll out?”
“Yeah.Storm has passed and roads are clear.”
“Then let’s go.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re back on the road to finish the last leg of our trip.We only stop once to pull off our colors and meet up with the president of the club in this area.He lets us pass with a warning not to start shit in his territory.He has no worries there.We reserve our anger for the vile motherfuckers we’re about to meet.
Once we reach the Bellview city limits, we slide our kuttes back on and Cypher transfers the fee the dirty fucking cops requested when he reached out to them.They’re going to let us have free rein as long as we clean up whatever mess we make.
That’s fine by me since I plan on it getting fucking filthy.
Joker found an abandoned warehouse for us to set up at for the rest of the night.We need time to prepare everything, and we want to hit them when we’ll have the most destruction.
Just being back in Bellview is fucking with my head.Demons whisper their bloodthirsty need for vengeance in my ear.They demand to feast on the blood of the ones who wronged me.
When I get a good look at Gavel as he climbs out of the cage, I can see that being here has taken a toll on him as well.He knows we’re not leaving this place without ending Eoghan’s life.I’ve let Eoghan live too long, and the blood on his hands is something I’ll carry on my soul.
The reaper carrying his DNA will be his retribution.
From what I remember, the church hosts their heinouspartiesin the church on Saturday nights so they can repent on Sunday.
We’re all quiet as we push our bikes into the warehouse and get the space set up with beds, Cypher’s tech equipment, and weapon stashes.Malice readies our war table with blueprints of the church so we can go over our entry points again.
“I want to get in there before they start theirparty.”I spit out the word.“As they do their worship bullshit will be the perfect chance.They’ll cleanse the altar before proceeding.”
My tone is dead as I recite the memories.
“Their routine could have changed since I’ve been here, but I doubt it.They’re very much creatures of habit.They believe if they deviate from routine, nothing they do will be pure.”
“What are we walking into here, Pope?”Basilisk asks.
“Every sick, depraved, fucking demonic shit you can think of, they’re going to be doing to women and children.Any person there who is not in a white silk robe is the enemy.Understand?”I ask, peering around at the crowd of Saint’s Outlaws.“Trust me when I say that you won’t be able to miss the victims.Just look for the haunted expressions and dead eyes.”
I observe the men surrounding me.Men who trust me to lead them, who will have my back without hesitation.They deserve to know the truth.
My eyes find Gavel’s.He deserves to finally know it all.
With a deep breath, I tell them my story.
Every sickening, painful, immoral piece of the childhood who molded me into the fucking psychotic motherfucker I am.With every admission, I unveil my reason for turning away from religion.
Acceptance dawns in Savior’s eyes, realizing why I’ll never be a part of that piece of his life.
When the last word leaves my mouth, I stagger and fall against the table as exhaustion weighs me down.I hang my head, unable to look my brothers in the eye.
“Please tell us there will be enough people for all of us, Prez,” Butcher demands, his voice gruff with anger.
I jerk my head up, searching him out.He’s staring at me with darkness swirling in his eyes.My eyes drift around the room, taking in the expressions of my men.They all hold a wealth of emotion, butnoneof them pity me.Instead, they’re ready to stand at my back and go to warforme.
“There will be enough for us all to feast on, my brother.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Giddyanticipationrushesthroughus as we march silently into the parking lot of the church.The place is packed with cars and seeing how many have the blood pumping harshly through my veins.
