Chapter 18

 

 

 

Bellamy

 

We reach the cabin before nightfall making sure that we aren’t followed. We set up a map of the area, and Travis gets to work on finding out all he can about the Jackals. Rose might have pushed us in the right directions, and I’m thankful for that.

 

While Travis is plastered to his laptop, Mitchell and I do searches for crimes in and around Canton and Cumming. Anything that is petty that the Jackals might not suspect would lead us to them. After about thirty minutes, Mitchell has an AHA moment.

 

“We’ve got a store robbery at a gas station three miles from the hospital, and then we have a break-in at a garage over in Canton; all within a few minutes of each other and the shooting at Moe’s. If there are nine of them, they probably split up to throw us off their track. From what I remember, they were using M4’s from the sound of it. It wouldn’t take all nine of them to destroy Moe’s with automatic weapons.” Mitchell explains.

 

“I think you’re right. From what Reggie says, they’re not after me per se.”

 

Travis cuts in. “Their leader, Critter has a pretty rap sheet; attempted rape, rape, arson, petty thief, breaking and entering. And he’s never been charged or spent a night in jail. It seems that within a few hours the charges are dropped in Counce, Tennessee and surrounding towns. His second-in-command, Spazz’s record isn’t much better, but he did spend three years in county for multiple drug possession charges. Critter has a son, Marshall that goes by Cabo. His arrest record didn’t start until six months ago for disorderly conduct at a bar and assault.”

 

“Peachy.” I sing-song. “We’ve got a bunch of roughnecks who love to beat, rape and drug people. We got the cream of the crop when it comes to criminals. They know how to get off, which makes this more appealing. We’ll be freeing Tennessee of trash if we get rid of these fools. Check the rest and see what you can find out on wives and kids—might need to set up rehabilitation for some instead of a death sentence.”

 

“On it,” Travis says as the clicking of the keys increases. “Holy fuck.” He mumbles, and I jump up to look over his shoulder. There’s an older picture of a man that looks a lot like Critter with his arm around a petite auburn-haired woman with two towheaded little boys in front of them. “That’s Critter,” Travis points at man, “his now deceased wife, Angela and his sons, Jude and Marshall. The youngest is Cabo, and you won’t believe who the older boy is.” He looks at me with mischief glinting in his eyes.

 

“Who?” Mitchell and I ask at the same time.

 

“Jude White aka Beanie of the Southern Chaotic’s MC.”

 

“You have got to be shitting me. Beanie is related to these motherfuckers.” Travis nods emphatically. “This just got more interesting.”

 

“How are we going to handle this?” Mitchell says worrying his bottom lip.

 

“Don’t worry baby brother. The Devils can handle this new tidbit. I don’t give a shit who they are related to just like they didn’t give a shit about our relatives when they were pouring metal into Moe’s.”

 

I snatch my phone off the coffee table and plop back on the sofa snapping a picture of Beanie and his family and sending it out to Banshee.

 

Bellamy: This is the leader of the Feral Jackals and his family. The boy on the left is his son, Cabo and the boy on the right is his son, Jude White also known as Beanie of the Southern Chaotic’s MC. Let Beanie know that if he wants his family to remain with their heads still attached to their shoulders, he better get them the fuck out of Georgia because I’m coming for them.

 

Banshee: You’ve got to be joking, Sweets.

 

Bellamy: Nope. The joys of technology. Tell Einstein to look up Calvin ‘Critter’ White in Counce Tennessee. He’ll be able to pull up all the information Travis has.

 

Banshee: On it, Sweets. Stay safe.

 

Bellamy: Always. You too.

 

Banshee: I don’t doubt it and I will. I’ll get back to you shortly.

 

Tossing my phone back onto the table, we settle back into our original plan. Seek out and destroy the Feral Jackals.

 

***

 

Banshee

 

It's ironic how we adamantly didn’t want to involve the fucking Chaotic’s because they were a bunch of sightless motherfuckers who wanted to push this issue under the bed and save it for later, but now one of their members is right up in the mix. Bellamy could’ve of just said fuck it and take them all out, but because she has a sense of remorse when it comes to family, she’s given us the option of letting Beanie know his family is on their last leg.

 

Strolling into Brute’s office, I slap my phone in front of him so he can read Bellamy’s messages. I watch and wait as his face turns ten different shades of red before he bellows ‘what the fuck’ and throws a granite paperweight against the wall. The commotion has my brothers filing into the small space with bodies tense and on guard.

 

I take my phone from the desk and pass it over my shoulder to Poison who mumbles some expletives and then passes it around. By the time it gets to Einstein, he flings it back to me and scampers out of the cramped space. I slip it into my back pocket and wait for our next move.

 

“Is there any cooch in the main room?” Brute asks.

 

“Nah, Pres. We sent them out of here when we got back to figure this shit out.” Red answers.

 

“Let’s go.” Brute orders and points in the direction of the main room. He takes his place in a recliner, and we all settle. “Banshee, you call Beanie. You know more about what Bellamy is capable of than I do and you make sure this is just out of courtesy.”

 

“If she doesn’t hear back from me soon, she’ll continue the route she’s on.”

 

“If she’s smart she won’t start her vendetta until tomorrow.” Poison adds.

 

“It’s nightfall and if she’s gotten this much information already just imagine what else she has. The cover of night is the best opportunity for her to take them out and disappear. It’s not all about smarts, but skill and she’s got them both in the bag.” I toss back at him.

 

“Get him on the phone.” Brute growls.

 

I nod and scroll through my contacts for Beanie. Finding his name, I press the call icon and it begins to ring. Setting it on the table surrounded by my brothers, I put it on speaker.

 

“Beanie.” He answers.

 

“Beanie, its Banshee.”

 

“You’re in my contacts, asshole. I know who it is.”

 

“Great.” I grit. “I’m just calling out of respect for you. The incident at Moe’s was caused by your father’s band of merry men. The Feral Jackals ring a bell.” Silence. “If you have any objections to them being taken down, speak now.”

 

“I could give two shits about my ol’ man, but no one touches my brother.”

 

“I’m not sure that’s possible. He’s just as involved as your ol’ man.” Brute scolds.

 

“Nah, Brute. He’s just as much a victim as Bellamy’s gran. My ol’ man is a mean bastard. My mother would still be here today if she didn’t try to leave his ass twenty years ago. He beat her to death in front of Marshall and me making sure to insight fear into us. After she was gone, he took his aggression out on us. I’ve tried for years to get Marshall out of there, but he’s too petrified to disobey Critter. The death of our mother is on constant repeat in his mind.”

 

“So Bellamy has your blessing to take out your ol’ man and his crew, except for Marshall.”

 

“That’s an affirmative. He’s only twenty-two and playing follow the leader. He doesn’t know how to think for himself. If Critter tells him to do it, he does it to avoid his wrath.” Beanie sighs. “The only way I got from underneath his thumb was by joining the military. He thought I’d come back a trained killer and do his dirty work. Once I served my four years, I got out and headed straight to prospecting for the Chaotic’s.”

 

“I’ll let her know, but I can’t guarantee he won’t have a new scratch or two after she gets him and wipes out the others.”

 

“Fuck. I’m headed that way. I’ll fill in Rudy and be there.”

 

“No need. She ain’t here, and I don’t know where she is. I just know she found out that it was your family and she contacted me to let you know. She’s huntin’, and her only objective is to kill the biggest buck and the ones who scatter with the ring of her rifle.”

 

“Please get her to spare my brother. I’ll deal with him.” Beanie begs.

 

“I can’t make promises, but I’ll try.”

 

“Thanks, man.” The line goes silent.

 

“Get her on the phone pronto. We don’t need another grievance with the Chaotic’s.” Brute huffs exacerbated with this whole situation.

 

Fingers-crossed, I dial Bellamy.