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Chief

“Shit,” I hissed as the wet heat of Pinky’s mouth slid up and down my cock.

I leaned back farther in my chair and tangled my fingers in her pale pink hair. It wasn’t my favorite color, but the Hoover seal she had around my dick was making up for it.

“That’s it,” I groaned, eyes locked on the painted red lips wrapped around me.

She hummed around my length, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.

There was one thing to be said about the new Cherries. They were fucking eager to please. And pretty Pinky was no exception. She’d shown up a few weeks ago with bedroom eyes and a body made for sin.

“Fuck.” I groaned again, tightening my fingers in her hair as I lifted my hips and shot my load down her throat.

Pinky’s mascara smudged eyes lifted to mine and she winked before swallowing every last drop without complaint.

Another point in her favor.

Something I was just about to tell her when three sharp knocks rattled from the other side of my door.

“Goddammit.” Releasing the hold I had on Pinky’s hair, I quickly tucked my dick back into my jeans. “Come in!” I called out, zipping up while Pinky wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

I ran a hand through my hair and nodded toward the door. It was time for her to go.

She pouted but got to her feet, adjusting the tiny denim skirt that barely covered her ass. “Maybe later?”

“Get lost, babe,” I said, softening the dismissal with a pat on her ass.

“Come in!” I called again to whoever was on the other side of the door.

The knob twisted and around the door came Morpheus’s head.

“Oh good. You’re not busy,” he said pushing the door the rest of the way open.

His eyes flicked back and forth between me and Pinky as she sashayed past him.

“Having a good afternoon?” he asked, lips twitching as he stepped into my office and closed the door behind him.

“It’s getting there,” I smirked, reaching for the pack of smokes on my desk. “What’s up?”

My VP settled into the chair across from me as I lit up.

“Everything’s set for tonight.”

I exhaled a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. That was good news.

“And Zero confirmed the Talons are having some kind of party, so most of their members will be there,” he continued.

I nodded slowly, taking another long drag from my cigarette. “Good. I don’t want anyone left standing.”

A few months back the Talons had made a move against us. Dread and two prospects had been shot. With patching over the Bastard Saints in St. Louis and finalizing the transport deal with the Kings of Anarchy, it hadn’t been the right time to strike back. We were spread too damn thin.

But now all that shit was handled and it was time to get rid of the fucking Talons.

“Rage is foaming at the mouth for this,” Morpheus said with a wry smile.

I snorted. Rage was a different man now that he was married. Some might think he’d gone soft, but they’d be sadly mistaken. If anything, he was more volatile, more protective of the club and those he cared about.

Especially his wife.

“Well the wait is just about over,” I said, exhaling another cloud of smoke. “Tonight, we finish it.”

Morpheus raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure about this? Sure you want to take it that far?”

I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the desk. “We’re done playing games, Morph. They came into our territory, fucked with businesses under our protection, shot up our fucking clubhouse, spilled our blood. We gave them a chance to back off, and they spit in our fucking faces. Do you seriously think they’re going to stop?”

My VP studied me for a long beat, then slowly nodded his head. “No. I don’t. I’ll make sure everyone knows the plan.”

“Good.” I took another drag of my cigarette the snuffed it out in the ashtray. “Anything else?”

Before he could reply, Merideth Brooks started screaming from inside my front pocket about being a bitch and a lover, a child and a mother. “I told her to get that shit off of my phone,” I growled. Yanking my phone out of my pocket, I narrowed my eyes at my sisters name lit up on the screen.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Morpheus rose from his chair. “I’ll let you take that. See you in Church.”

I nodded as he slipped out, then pressed the button to answer. “Where are you?”

Foxy’s laugh echoed through the line. “Working.”

“That’s not an answer, sis,” I sighed. “We’re about to go to war with the Talons, and you pick now to disappear?”

“Relax, big brother. I’m just—” Her voice cut in and out. “—a few days?—”

“Foxy? Where the fuck are you?” The shithead made noises into the receiver. “Cali Sosa, don’t fuck with me!”

“Sorry, you’re cutting out,” she said, though we both knew the so-called bad connection was bullshit. “I’ll call?—”

And then the line went dead.

“Goddammit.” I slammed the device down on my desk.

My sister was a pain in the goddamn ass. And she had the worst fucking timing.

Climbing out of my chair, I moved to the small bathroom attached to my office. I stared at myself in the mirror, hardly recognized the man looking back at me. The lines around my eyes had deepened. The flecks of gray at my temples had multiplied. I was forty-six years old, and feeling every fucking one of those years.

Quit being a pussy, asshole.

Music from the main room rattled the mirror on the wall, reminding me to get my ass in gear. It was a Friday night and when I made it to the common room the usual suspects were there.

Rage and Killer were throwing darts. Dread, Havoc, and Reign were kicked back at a table in the corner. Lid and Cueball were huddled at the end of the bar, bullshitting about who knew what. And right smack dab in the middle of it all was my grandfather sitting at the bar, flirting with Bubbles.

My lips turned up. The filthy bastard had no qualms chasing broads half his age.

And as much as it made my stomach turn to think about it; at seventy, the old man still had a lot of fucking game.

Bubbles giggled at whatever he was saying, her big tits practically spilling onto the bar as she leaned forward.

“She’s a feisty one, Pops” I said, sliding onto the stool beside him. “Try not to break a hip.”

Shade laughed. “When you get to my age, mijo, you look forward to the challenge.” He tossed back the dark liquid in his glass. “Besides, she likes my stories.”

“That’s because she doesn’t know which parts are bullshit,” I said, motioning for Bubbles to fix me a drink.

She poured me two fingers of whiskey, neat. “Your favorite.”

I shot her a wink as I took a sip, then cut to the chase. “Foxy’s left town. You know anything about that?”

My grandfather’s expression remained neutral, but something flickered in his eyes. “Your sister comes and goes as she pleases. She always has.”

I arched a brow. That wasn’t evasive at all. What the fuck was he hiding? “That’s not what I asked.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “If she wanted you to know where she was going, she would have told you herself.”

I clenched my jaw. Typical. My grandfather made it a point to put himself between Foxy and the club.

You see. My sister had a special set of skills. Skills that meant the worst of the worst often needed her assistance. At a hefty price of course. As a cleaner she operated independently of the club. It had always been that way, even when my grandfather held the position. It made things safer for everyone.

But Foxy was my little sister, and with the Talons situation about to kick off, her taking a job to who knew where, wasn’t really sitting well with me.

“It’s not a good time for her to be out of town,” I voiced my concerns again.

Shade placed a hand on my shoulder. “Your sister knows how to take care of herself.”

That was exactly what worried me. My sister also had a temper and a twitchy trigger finger. That meant sometimes she got her self into situations where she needed backup.

“She’ll be back before you know it,” Pops added, his tone suggesting the conversation was over. “Now tell me what the boys cooked up for tonight?”

I met his gaze squarely. “We’re taking them out. Permanently.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly. “All of them?”

“Every last fucking-one.” I hadn’t made the decision lightly. “They made it personal when they attacked us. Time to return the favor.”

Shade’s lips curled into a slow smile. “Now that’s the Sosa way.”

It sure as fuck was. An eye for a fucking eye.

Draining my glass, I stood. It was time to get down to business.

“Church!” I bellowed.

My brothers immediately began wrapping up what they were doing. Darts were set aside, drinks were finished, conversations died mid-sentence.

“Alright. Listen up, motherfuckers,” I said as I strolled into the room and took my seat at the head of the table. “Tonight, we send the Talons straight to hell where they belong.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before a slow, feral grin spread across Rage’s face. “Bout damn time,” he rumbled.

Morpheus glanced around the table, then back at me. “Zero’s got the details on their clubhouse. Go ahead, brother.”

Zero, our tech man, cleared his throat and stood. Despite being the newest member of the club, he’d earned the respect of everyone seated around the table. The man was a computer genius. He could hack into anything with an internet connection.

“The Talons’ clubhouse is an old warehouse on the east side,” he began, unfolding a printout of what looked like blueprints. “Two main entrances.” He pointed to them both. “This is the front door, and here’s the loading dock in the back. Their security cameras are basic commercial grade. I’ve already looped their feed, so they’ll see normal activity while we’re there.”

He pointed out other spots on the blueprint in front of him. “Based on the power consumption I’ve been monitoring, they keep most of their valuable shit down in the basement. Most likely weapons or narcotics. Their bikes are usually parked here.” He indicated an area off to the side of the building.

Rage leaned forward. “What about the party tonight? How many bodies are we talking about?”

“According to the chatter I’ve pulled from their phones, they’re celebrating a deal they’ve secured,” Zero replied. “Probably twenty people tops.”

I nodded. “We go in hard and fast. Cut off the head of the snake.”

Killer cracked his knuckles, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Reign’s head tipped to the side. “It’ll be a right bloodbath. Sure ya want to go this far, Chief?”

I was more than sure. “They drew first blood. We’re finishing it.”

Morpheus ran a hand through his hair. “All right then. What’s the plan?”

“Zero will handle their security feeds. Morph, you coordinate the teams. Rage, you’re leading the assault through the front entrance and Killer will take the back with Reign and Dread. We’ll go in at ten o’clock sharp. Leave your cuts here.”

Dread cleared his throat. “What about the cops? Response time in that area is eight minutes, maybe less.”

Zero grinned. “I’ve got it handled. There’s going to be a situation developing on the west side of town a few minutes after ten. Every available unit will head there first.”

“Giving us a fifteen-minute window,” Morpheus finished. “More than enough time to do what we need to do and be cleared out before the cops figure out they’ve been hoodwinked.”

I looked around the table. “Remember, this is an extermination. Anyone wearing a Talon patch dies.”

There was a collective nod. The decision had been made.

“Any questions?” I sure as fuck hoped not. My instructions couldn’t be more clear.

Dread’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. He was more than ready for his pound of flesh. “What about their shit?”

The shit in the basement. The Talons had only been in our town for a few months but word had spread fast. They were trying to set up shop and become a major competitor in Jacksonville. Something I never had an intention of allowing.

“Are we taking anything?” he finished.

I considered it for a moment. “Take what you can carry if it doesn’t slow you down.”

Reign tapped the table thoughtfully. “And if any of them try to surrender?”

I gave him a cold smile. “They had their chance. Show no mercy.”

The men around the table accepted this without hesitation. They knew what was at stake.

With all the details laid out, I gave another glance around the table. “Anyone have anything else?”

Rage cleared his throat, a slow grin taking over his face. “Mac’s pregnant. Found out this morning.”

Holy shit. That was the last thing I’d expected him to say.

A chorus of cheers and congratulations went around the room at the same time a pang of hurt sliced through my gut. “Congrats, brother. Real fucking happy for you.” And despite the reminder of what I’d almost had, I was happy for him.

Shake it off, asshole.

Pushing all thoughts of my ex-wife’s betrayal out of my mind, I brought the gavel down. “May the Gods protect us all tonight.”

“Saints forever!”

Saints forever, indeed.