Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(56)

“What do we need?” Blaine asked.

“A straight shot ride,” Miller said. “A clean ride. We keep the truck ahead of us and we hang back and make it look like a ride. Just cruising the streets. But we need to make sure there’s no chance of problems. No Eight Under MC attacking. No Vin attacking. No bullshit.”

“That’s a big variable we can’t control,” Trev said.

“Not if Vin’s dead,” Miller said.

Blaine sighed. “That’s a tall order.”

“What do we have to do to make that happen?” Gaige asked. “We cut off his source with your old partner.”

“That was one source,” Blaine said.

“You still want to strike at their gun order?” Nate asked.

“I think that’s the only way,” Blaine said.

“How do we get away from the cartel heat?” Gaige asked.

Blaine looked at Miller. Miller was already looking at Blaine.

“This is on me?” Blaine asked.

“You’re doing great,” Miller said.

Blaine ran a hand over his face. “I’m used to thinking about *, brother. You know? Or different ways to slip one in the back door without having her clench up on me.”

“Pretend you’re f*cking Vin in the ass,” Trev said with a grin.

Gaige laughed. “There’s a sight.”

“Maybe that’s what he needs,” Miller said. “A little hard payback.”

Miller nodded at Blaine.

An idea came to Blaine. He slowly rose up. “Hey… I got something.”

“What?” Nate asked.

“If we get Vin away from the guys… they’re both vulnerable. I can strap Vin to a table where Jessa works. There’s plenty of stuff there to play with. To stick up his ass. To f*ck him with…”

“Okay,” Miller said.

“That’s not bad,” Gaige said. “We can attack Levi and Eight Under. Keep them apart. Find the guns.”

“What about the cartel?” Trev asked.

“There’s no guns. There’s no Vin. What are they going to do?”

“Christ,” Nate said. “That’s a heavy question.”

“Let me sit on that,” Miller said. “We need to know about their shipments.”

“Let me ask you this,” Blaine said, “how are we moving guns?”

“In a truck,” Gaige said.

“They probably do the same,” Blaine said. “Something quiet. Calm. Low key.”

“A car,” Trev said.

“A car can’t move that much,” Miller said.

“Makes it even less suspecting,” Nate said.

“Call Shay,” Miller said. “Right now. Get him to tag up with Jace and the others. Ride out to the end of town and look for a car. Any kind of car. Something that makes sense.”

Gaige stood and rushed out of the room.

Miller looked down at the map again.

“How bad is it?” Blaine asked. “The need for these guns for the other charters?”

Miller looked at Blaine. “I’m financing this order personally. To save ass. There’s heat everywhere. But we’ll survive it. We’ll take our stand right in town and the message will be clear.”

“You need Vin gone then.”

“I do,” Miller said. “Can you handle this? Everything that happened to you…”

“No,” Blaine said. “We’re not doing that, Miller. I’m fine. As long as Jessa is safe, I’m fine.”

Miller patted Blaine’s shoulder. “She’s fine. She’s under the protection of this club. Not just this charter, but the entire club. North, south, east, west. Okay? She’s family. She’s got a little MC member inside her.”

“And a baby,” Nate said.

“Fuck you,” Blaine said. “You want to compare dick sizes, brother? Let’s go. I’ll show you the anaconda.”

“Good Christ,” Trev said.

“Let’s keep our dicks in our pants,” Miller said. “For now.”

Gaige opened the door. “We have a problem.”

“What?”

“Erik and Landon spotted a car. Something went down with Eight Under. They’ll be following.”

“Shit,” Blaine said. “Guns.”

“Guns,” Miller said. He pointed to Gaige. “Tell him to tail but linger. We’ll be right there.”

Miller left the map on the table and they all stormed the door.

They were out of the clubhouse with Miller shouting orders to other members and prospects. They ran to their motorcycles and took off out of the lot like a storm. The war cries the sound of engines roaring like a hungry lion ready to seek out prey.

They caught up with Erik and the others ten minutes later. Sure as hell, not too far ahead, there was an old car with a big trunk. It was going the speed limit, cruising along like nothing was happening.

Miller pointed to Blaine and pointed to the car.

Blaine hit the throttle and sped up. He moved in and out of traffic, vehicles beeping at him as he did so. He got to the car and rode its ass. He needed the rest of the traffic to thin out before making a move.