Chapter 13

Glock

We were attending Church at the Rusty Pelican the next day, and thankfully, Axel hadn’t spoken to me about Sage yet.

Over the past few days, when I should have been working towards gathering more information about the Dragon Knights; my mind and body had been occupied with Sage. I had gotten very little work done.

“Another raid on their holding cells is not going to work,” Gunner was saying. Everyone at Church seemed to have a different opinion on how to deal with the Dragon Knights. We couldn’t agree on anything.

“But that is all we can fucking do!” Tank growled, and Gunner shook his head.

“Every time we have a shootout with them, all we are doing is rescuing the women. After that, things are back to usual again. They just start over!” Gunner thundered, and Axel held up his hand to make the men stop fighting.

“Gunner is right, but so is Tank. The only thing we can hope for is that we raid them long and hard enough to tire them out. Drain them of their resources eventually,” Axel said, and Hunter squared his shoulders angrily.

“It’s not working. Gunner is right. They seem to have a bottomless pit of resources,” Hunter grumbled.

“And the more shootouts we’re involved in, the greater the chance is of our brothers being killed. Every time we’re involved in a battle with them, we’re risking our lives too,” Hunter said, and Axel glared at him, and then at Tank and Gunner.

“So, you boys seem to think that we should pussy out of this?” Axel barked. Tank clenched his jaws and his fists.

“No, that is not what we’re saying,” he replied, as firmly and respectfully as he could. I could see that tensions were running high. Everyone had seemingly reached boiling point by now, and things were only capable of spilling over from here.

“So, what are you saying other than whining about the dangers of a raid?” Axel growled at them, and I decided it was time for me to step up. Opinions had escalated pretty quickly already.

“We kill the DK president,” I said, and a sudden silence fell on the bar. Gunner, Tank, and Hunter who were staring at Axel all this while, who was, in turn, glaring back at them; all turned to look at me. Nobody had made this suggestion till now, but to me, this was the most logical solution.

“What?” Axel growled, and I stuck my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

“We kill Brick,” I said, repeating myself. I was aware of the gravity of suggesting a thing like that. Killing the Dragon Knights president was a dangerous suggestion. The president of an MC was usually the most protected. However, if the president was killed, it sent a direct message to the club. The operation for the Dragon Knights would fall apart, hopefully cause the rest of the club to fall apart with it.

“He’s the root cause of this. We’ve given them enough chances, we’ve shot at them, killed a few of them, raided their holding cells, and they still continue to kidnap and torture women,” I continued, and Axel was glaring at me with a look of disbelief on his face.

Even though my nickname in the MC was Glock. I had always been the least violent of all my brothers. I had always tried to avoid bloodshed when it could be avoided. The club started calling me Glock because I only used me glock when I meant business.

“You think we should kill Brick?” Tank repeated, saying what was on everybody’s mind. I shrugged my shoulders.

“What else is there left to do?” I asked, and Hunter stepped towards me with a wild look in his eyes, like he thought I’d gone mad.

“And how do you think we’re going to do this?” he growled, and I glared back at him in defiance.

“I can try and find out his daily routine, where his hiding places are, at what times he’s alone. We’ll have to do it when he isn’t completely surrounded by his assholes,” I said.

“You don’t say,” Hunter replied sarcastically, glaring right into my eyes.

Axel hadn’t said anything till then, but now he did when he realized that my brothers were rejecting my idea.

“Glock is right,” he said, and my brothers whipped around to stare at him in shock.

“This could be our only way out. You boys have been talking about how raids and shootouts aren’t working. So, this might. This has to. We need to cut off the head of this snake. The body wouldn’t know how to function without it,” Axel said, in a deep, thoughtful voice. Even though he agreed with my solution, he wasn’t entirely sure yet how this was going to work.

“I know it won’t be easy, but this could be our only option to end this,” I said, looking at my brothers. They needed to trust me, and they needed to see that I wasn’t completely crazy.

The truth was, that with Sage getting involved in this now I was desperate to find a way to completely destroy the Dragon Knights before they got to her. Which I knew they would if they found out about her involvement and the ridiculous plans she had for them.

“You think that we can just kill Brick, and it’s going to be over? That there won’t be retaliation? That Axel’s life won’t be in danger? And ours and our women’s?” Tank was growling at me, and I looked back at him firmly. I knew he was right. The consequences of killing their president was probably going to cost us, with some of our lives.

“Not if we give that redhead of Glock’s a shot, and help her put the rest of the motherfuckers in prison,” it was Axel’s voice, and when I turned to him, I couldn’t believe what he had actually said.

Hearing Axel talk about prison, about something legal—none of us would have expected that to happen. But when I looked at him, I could see that he was completely serious about it, and I realized that I had made a huge mistake. I was trying to force Sage out of all this, and I was the one that pulled her straight in.