I groan as the phone begins to ring once again.
Fuck.
Without waking Cara up, I stretch my arm out to snag the damn thing off the nightstand and answer it without looking to see who it was.
“What?” I snap.
“That the way to talk to an old friend?” My body stiffens at the voice.
“Dickson?” I mutter, coming awake.
“Look at you, remembering your childhood best friend,” Dickson cackles.
“How did you get this number?” I demand, not having a good feeling about this.
“I have my ways,” he states nonchalantly. Almost as if we hadn’t stopped talking to each other a long time ago.
Meaning when he’d decided to go in another direction with his life than I did that caused us to become enemies rather than the friends we’d been for a long time.
“Fine you have your ways. Now what do you want?” There’s no way in hell he calls out of the blue without wanting something.
My teeth are set on edge when Dickson chuckles like something’s hilarious. “I just wanted to find out if you enjoyed the gift I sent you?”
Gift?
Dickson hasn’t sent anything to me.
“I see you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he continues to cackle. “You see, she technically wasn’t a gift, per se but rather a warning.”
Motherfucker. He’s a dead man.
“A warning for what?” I snarl while climbing out of bed without waking Cara up.
“Thought it would be obvious, brother. Considering it was your woman my men and I fucked,” he snickers.
Something dawns on me right then. Dickson was the man I couldn’t get a good view of.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you,” I growl, pulling my jeans on. My eyes go to the bed to see Cara was now sitting up, fear radiating off her as she clutches the sheets to her chest.
As much as I want to go to her and soothe her of her fears, I can’t, not right now.
“Uh huh, I don’t think so, brother. You see my club is rebuilding and what we did to that bitch is nothing compared to what we’ll do to the rest of those bitches starting with the delectable Rachel. Or better yet we’ll go for one of the women at the Franklin charter. Kenny and Izzy are hot pieces of ass for having pushed out kids. Oh wait, I’ve got a better idea, we’ll go after Storm.”
Fuckin’ hell.
Dickson had already signed his death warrant for what he and the rest of those fuckers did to my woman. They go for Storm; I’ll make them beg for mercy before they go up in flames.
No one is allowed to fuck with my stepsister.
It’s been awhile since I went home for a visit, but Storm and my stepmom come with Sniper, my dad, whenever they come from the Tennessee charter. He’d been a part of the National charter until the club decided to expand out to other states.
“You touch Storm and it’ll be a war.”
“Brother, we’re already at war,” Dickson declares. “As for Storm. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Try it and see what happens. Sniper won’t let you within a thousand yards of her,” I snarl, doing my best to keep my cool.
“True but then again, I got to your bitch without a problem, I could easily get to the sweet Storm.” Clenching the phone in my hand, it takes everything in me to keep from crushing it.
“Why are you calling me?” I demand.
“There’s a lot of things I want but considering I’m the President now to the Dragons Fire MC, I easily get those. Now what I need is another story. You get Stoney to pull his dogs away from the docks and take Grigory out we’ll be solid. If this isn’t something you are willing to do, then say goodbye to Cara, brother, because I will take her, and you will never see her again. She’ll die after I bury my dick up her ass again.”
My vision blurs, as rage consumes me. At the same time images of that video plays in my head. Dickson said he was the President of the Dragons Fire MC. The guy in the video wearing the Prez patch wasn’t Dickson. Though the fucker who kept his head away from the camera could have been. In fact, it was the bastard.
Motherfucker.
Dickson was Spark and has been playing his fuckin’ games. Games to fuck with someone’s head.
“How about none of the above? Come at me, Spark, and I will send you straight to hell, shithead,” I snarl, disconnecting letting him take that as my answer.
Glancing up to look at my woman, “Babygirl, get dressed. I need to call Stoney. Then we’re going to the clubhouse.”
Without waiting for her response, I look back down at my screen and find Stoney’s number. I put the phone to my ear and wait for my Prez to answer.
“This better be good,” Stoney grumbles, voice rough due to being woken up.
“Sorry, Prez. Wouldn’t call in the middle of the night if it wasn’t important. Need to call church now and for a lockdown. Just got a call from Spark. While you’re at it, I’d call Blow, Hammer, Chains, Reaper, Boss, and Grigory. This shit just got real.”
Chapter Seventeen
Cara
At the mention of Spark’s name, fear started to set in, as memories of what those men did to me while I was in their presence.
Then there was the fury rolling off Nerd right now. I don’t know what’s going on but it’s not good.
I quickly do as Nerd asked and got ready to go. Pulling on a pair of leggings, putting my bra on, and grabbing one of Nerd’s hoodies to wear. Rushing into the bathroom, I snag a hair tie. I use my fingers as a comb until I have all my hair up on top of my head and in a messy bun.
Moving back into the bedroom, I find Nerd pulling his boots on. His holster in place over his T-shirt. “Gonna take the truck,
