Page 172 of Reaper's Claim

“Want to explain the dragging, Kim?”

I snuck a glance over my shoulder, watching Kade walk into Dad’s office and close the door.

“Can’t say yet.” She pulled her car keys out, and her eyes told me all I needed to know.

She was up to something, and I was about to get involved whether I wanted to or not.

“Let’s go for a drive, sis.” She held the door open for me, and I sighed.

Well, at least this would distract me from my bad feeling; at the very least I could count on Kim to do that.

***

“You have to be fucking with me.” I stared at her blankly, unable to believe what she was saying.

“It’s a fucking good idea.” She crossed her arms stubbornly. “Admit it.”

“I’m not admitting to anything because you’re fucking crazy. As if the club is going to let us do that!”

“We need to earn our own, and we can’t do that if we are restricted by the club.”

“So going off and forming our own gang is the solution?” I looked at her, gobsmacked.

“It won’t be a gang. We are simply stepping in and taking charge.”

“In charge of criminals!”

“We are surrounded by them every day. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is, we aren’t leading them. We aren’t pulling jobs, for that matter, we aren’t organizing jobs! Kim, you’re crazy if you think we could even pull this off.”

“The Hellbound need someone to step up. I was talking to Amber about it while she was in town. Blake is still serving time, and we would have her backup.”

“So this is what you two were whispering about. Please tell me she said you were crazy. Dad would lose his shit.”

“Dad wants us under his thumb, controlling everything we do. He doesn’t think we have it in us to step up and take charge, and he’s wrong. It is in our blood.”

I sighed and pulled the coffee closer to me. “Dad won’t allow us to do this. The Hellbound are viewed as scum in his eyes.”

“That’s what they are at the moment. But think of what we could do with all those men and women. We could pull real jobs.” She leaned in, “Bank jobs, security runs, the lot. All they need is someone telling them how to do it.”

“And what makes you think we would have any idea how to handle that crap? Last time I checked, all we do is pour beers and clean up bikers’ spew. We aren’t the criminals.”

“But we could be.” She really believed this could happen. “I can’t do it without you. Heck, I won’t do it without you.”

“Why? What have I got to offer you?”

“You have a fire inside you that is uncontrollable. When someone pisses you off, you turn into a machine. I need that fire on my side.”

“I’m not ruthless.”

“You can be.”

“When I don’t have a choice and am pushed to it!”

“Will you just think about it?” Her eyes pleaded with me. “Please.”

It was madness. Complete and utter madness.