Page 16 of Havoc

I nod, but under the table, my fists clench. The whole reason I went to LA with Soul was to trade our support for theirs if we end up in an all-out war with Titan over these increasing trafficking rings. And I’m itching for a fight right now.

Hungry for blood.

I’m ready to paint this city red if it means finally putting the Iron Sinners in their graves.

“And their finances?” Steel’s question is for Legacy this time since he’s the club’s treasurer.

“Titan’s club took a big hit when we took down the trafficking house.” Legacy leans forward. “They closed their strip club temporarily, and the accounts we’ve been monitoring are stagnant. They have the reserves to survive—”

“But they’ll need cash soon,” Steel finishes Legacy’s thought, and Legacy nods. “Has Reyes given any indication as to what their next move might be?”

Ghost shakes his head. “I’ll work on him again in a few days. Patch said he needs a break.”

The smirk that climbs up in the corner of Ghost’s mouth is terrifying. While no one at this table is innocent, Ghost’s affinity for torture is downright disturbing. I’d feel bad for Reyes if he didn’t deserve it.

There was a time Titan’s nephew pretended to be one of us. He prospected for the club and then kidnappedSteel’s old lady and her little brother. We managed to rescue them, but Reyes slipped through our fingers.

It wasn’t until he helped kidnap Reagan that we finally got our hands on him. And now that he’s locked in the Shack, responsible for keeping Aimee in a cell, I’m going to enjoy making him scream.

Aimee can hate me, and she can avoid me, but my blood sings for the chance to get revenge for that girl.

“Keep working on Reyes,” Steel says to Ghost. “I’m tired of the Iron Sinners always being one step ahead just because they’ve got Zane funding them. It’s time we put Titan down once and for all. If we can figure out what they’re planning, we can neutralize them.”

No one argues with that. But when Steel opens his mouth to continue, a knock at the door interrupts him.

Members and patch bunnies know better than to interrupt church, especially when the ranked members are meeting, which means something’s not right. A second knock strikes the door just as Ghost’s phone starts chiming.

“Sorry, Prez.” Venom swings the door open. “We have a problem.”

Ghost pulls his phone out, already standing. “Fuck.”

“There’s movement at the safe house.” Venom steps into the room.

“How much movement?” I’m on my feet now, staring at Ghost, who probably already has the video feeds pulled up on his phone.

“There’s a van parked out front and three bikes a few houses down.” Ghost’s eyes meet mine, and my bloodruns cold. “Four Iron Sinners went in through the front and three through the back.”

“When?”

“Now.”

“Fuck.” I storm out of the room, narrowly missing Venom as I shove past. He meets my pace, while the rest of my brothers follow.

“Bikes, now,” Steel yells for the members lingering around the clubhouse.

But I don’t wait for them to catch up as I rush outside to my bike. The other girls who were living in the safe house moved out a few days ago, which means Aimee is alone.

“The alarm went off for fifteen seconds before the Iron Sinners managed to bypass it.” Ghost swings his leg over his bike beside me. “Long enough to warn Aimee that someone was in the house.”

If she wasn’t in the shower.

Or watching a loud movie.

My mind runs in circles.

Even if Aimee heard the alarm, Iron Sinners went through the front and back, surrounding her. She’s trapped.

“She’s tough, Havoc. She’ll figure it out until we get there.” Ghost’s reassurance does little to calm my nerves.