“I gotta hand it to you, Pain. You really came through on this,” Blaze said. I was so glad he had forgiven me about the earlier incident. The rest of the MC was gathered around the table, waiting patiently for me to relay what Emily had told me.
“Emily didn't know much but that was already obvious since she's not actually a member of the Fires of Hell. What she does know is interesting though. The bitch told me they're working with the Mexicans.”
The meeting room went quiet. Tater rubbed his stomach, his eyes narrowed. “The Mexicans?How would she even know that? Like you said before, she's not an actual member.”
“I didn't believe her at first either. She stayed home sick from school one day and overheard her brother talking on the phone to a guy speaking in Spanish. Byron didn't even know she was there. Emily's telling the truth.”
Blaze folded his hands together and contemplated what was said. “The Mexicans must be supplying the Blacks with drugs for guns.”
E-Z shook his head. “Now why the fuck would the Mexicans do that? They want our fucking territory just as much as the Blacks.”
Blaze laughed. “We knew the Fires of Hell were doing some shady shit to gain so much power so fast. Now we know. The Mexicans believe they can get the Blacks to destroy us and then takeover whatever is left. Smart plan if you think about it.”
“What do we do with the girl?” I asked.
Blaze sighed. “You'll get to fuck her soon enough, Pain. The girl stays here until we trade her to Byron. But nobody touches her until we set up the trade with Byron.” Just the thought of my hard cock sliding into her wetness made me almost climax at the meeting table.
The boys continued to talk about Byron but all I could think about was fucking Emily all night until my balls ran dry. I wanted to wrap her hair around my fist as I took her from behind, slamming my hard shaft into her with every thrust, making her scream my name as she comes around me.
Blaze slammed on the table, pulling me out of my fantasy. “Where the fuck are you, Pain? Like I was saying, we need to figure out how to get Byron's attention. Once he knows we have his sister, we have to move fast.”
E-Z rubbed his eyes. “Fuck all this, Prez. Why don't we cut the cunt up and send Byron the pieces. That'll get his attention.
My hand slowly moved behind my back and to my Remington. If E-Z made a move, I'd have to take him out. He was my brother but our club had rules—no killing women or children. Plus I hadn't gotten a chance to fuck the bitch yet. Never get in between a man and his prey.
“That wouldn't accomplish anything you asshole,” Tank said. I took my fingers off the butt of my pistol and returned my hand to my lap.
“Let's send him a picture of his sister all tied up. That will be enough to get his attention. We tell him our demands and set up a meet. It's as easy as that,” Blaze said. “Can you handle the picture part, Pain?” I nodded. “Good. Meeting adjourned.” Blaze slammed the gavel down and we left.
I wanted to talk about the plan some more with Blaze but I knew he wouldn't listen to reason. Just asking Byron to give us all his weapons and drugs doesn't mean he won't keep a secret stash for himself. This trade would only infuriate him more and give Byron more of a reason to come after us.