“When do we roll out, Prez?”
The tone of his voice bordered on disrespect, but not enough for Har to call him on it. Especially since he suspected that was Wreck’s aim.
“Soon as I see the damage, we’re having church. We’ll discuss rolling out at the table.”
Wreck stared at him longer than necessary and Har raised an eyebrow.
“There something else you need, Wreck?”
“Damage ain’t that bad, thanks to Joules. Pool table’s shot to shit and we gotta get a new window, but we should be takin’ out whoever the hell did this to us.”
Har nodded. “You’re right. First, we need to all be on the same page. Sooner you let Brute show me what’s what, we’ll gather. Anything else?”
After a beat, Wreck shook his head. “No.”
As they approached the pool table, Brute muttered, “He’s right. And he’s wrong. The damage was limited to the pool table, but that was dumb luck on our part.”
He wanted to believe they had luck on their side, but something told him they didn’t.
The pool table still had fire-extinguisher residue on the felt.
Har shook his head. “Gonna have to get rid of the table. Those chemicals are corrosive. How do you figure we got lucky?”
Brute dipped his chin. “Some new chick convinced somebody to open the windows. The damn bottle flew in and hit the pool table. Joules happened to be behind the bar and was quick as hell with the extinguisher. Had that bottle hit a closed window, fire would’ve gone everywhere.”
“Really? Windows were open?”
Brute nodded. “Even Roman couldn’t believe our luck at that.”
“You sure a woman insisted on opening that window? We never open the fuckin’ things. I can’t believe a groupie—”
Brute shook his head. “Roman, Block, and Cynic tried to keep people from splitting, but you know how some groupies get when they hear sirens. They took off, and I’m not sure I’ll ever find out who insisted about the window. Besides, it doesn’t matter, man.”
He arched a brow. “It doesn’t?”
Brute dipped his chin. “It doesn’t. You really think some woman’s tied up in this shit? Nah. But, supposedly it was a black Audi which tore through the forecourt to lob the damn thing.”
Har sighed. “According to?”
“Wreck. And Massive.”
Har stared at him. “Is that it?”
Brute shook his head. “No. Mensa and Tiny were outside and saw it, too.”
“All right. Let’s gather everyone up.”
CYNIC CALLED THE MEETING to order, but before Har could speak, Wreck did. That made Har wonder if he had a death wish or if he was just stupid enough to speak out of turn.
“Brink would’ve had us goin’ after the Miscreants by now. Not sitting around this table with our thumbs up our ass.”
Cynic leaned over the table. “Do you need the gavel shoved up your ass, Wreck? You know better than to speak before the president does. What the fuck?”
Wreck glowered at Cynic.
“For now, let it go, ’Nic. He brings up a decent point. You’re certain it’s the Miscreants. Know Inch has a black Audi, but so do plenty of other people in town.”
“Not one that’s tricked out,” Massive muttered.
“Let me back things up, Massive. You and Wreck couldn’t make church after you were attacked...” He let that hang for a moment. “But, I asked Inch point-blank if he or any of his men cornered you and Wreck. He said he didn’t, and they have no interest in our weed.”
Wreck glared at him. “You believe them over your brothers?”
Har grimaced. “Normally, I wouldn’t believe anyone over my brothers. But, Massive shoulda had the ability to fight off two, if not three of their men, easy. In fact, Inch knew who you two were and he wouldn’t want to run up against Massive. Neither one of you showed your faces at the table that night. What the fuck? Why did Layla take you two home?”
A heavy sigh came from the end of the table, and Tiny spoke. “Permission to speak.”
Har nodded.
“We need to be focused on what happened today. All due respect, it don’t help to rehash shit that’s already gone down.”
Har stared at Tiny for a moment. “You know I don’t fuck around when shit needs to be dealt with.” He looked at Wreck. “But I’m not putting other brothers’ lives on the line because you say it was Inch or some other member of the Miscreants.”
He looked at Block. “You got the surveillance feeds?”
Block nodded his bald head. “Yeah. It was an Audi that drove in, but it wasn’t the kind Inch drives. This was an A3 and Inch has an A7. Big difference. Also worth noting, the person who threw the bottle was white.”
“Don’t mean shit,” Massive said.
Har turned his hands up at an angle for a moment. “You’re right. That kind of thing could easily be hired out. But Inch wouldn’t hire someone to drive an Audi which would bring him to mind.”
“What are you saying? We’re gonna sit on this?” Wreck demanded.
“I’m saying, I want to know why you and Massive lied about who attacked you.”
Wreck glared. “You don’t believe your own brothers? Where’s the weed, if the Miscreants didn’t do it?”
“That was my next question. The Miscreants are dealing meth and coke. They don’t need our product.”
“They do if they want to shove us out of dealing marijuana, and you’re perfectly fine with that. Gives you more time with your fresh side-piece.”
Har did his damnedest to keep a bland expression, but Cynic must have felt the tension coming from him and Brute.
“You need to stand the fuck down, Wreck.”
“Don’t you call my sister a fuckin’ side-piece,” Brute said.
Wreck tilted his head and stared at Brute. “Thought it was stepsister? And who gives a fuck? We’re letting a gang push us around. I never thought I’d see the day. We should be pushing them around. Thought this club stood for something.”
Har didn’t want it to come to this, but the words spilled from his mouth.
“You renouncing the club?”
The air went electric.
Har kept at him. “All
