Friction (Oath Keepers MC Book 5) (15 page)

Say it, Daddy.

I cringe at her voice and rap my knuckles on the table, speaking up, “I get to end Ghost when the time comes.”

Ares meets my gaze. “Of course,” he answers and we hear the roar of pipes, everyone jumping to their feet, because it’s damn sure not our friends on their way and it sounds as if they made it through that gate Ares just had fixed.

Sniffling, I walk into the bar crying, looking everywhere around the room, wanting Twist or my brother. One of them needs to talk to me. I wish it would be Twist, but at this rate I don’t really care.

A concerned Avery approaches me, taking up one of my hands. “Hey Sadie, are you okay, hon?”

“Umm,” I sniffle, scanning the room again, only finding the prospects and London, not the two men that I’m looking for. “Where’s Twist at?”

“He’s in church, doll. Is there anything I can do?”

“I got a-a text.” I choke out under my breath, trying to push down the rising anxiety in my chest. It’s so bad I feel like I could get sick if this message is actually true. I have no idea how he could have found me.

“Okaaay,” she answers, waiting for me to elaborate.

“I don’t know who it’s from, but it says that Ghost is in town.” I wave my phone in front of her.

“I’m a little lost here, Sadie; I don’t know why someone would tell you ghosts are in town or why you’d be upset about it.” She shrugs and my anger starts to boil; she clearly has no idea what I’m talking about. The guys must not have told her about the text messages when they should have. These club rules are dumb when it comes to everyone’s safety.

I hiccup and wrap my hands protectively over my stomach, remembering when Ghost had hit me before. “I need Twist or my brother,” I demand steadily, certain they’re the only two who can help me.

London stands up; empathetic as she slowly approaches us.

“Sadie, umm ghosts are here in Texas or Ghost is in town?” Cain must have told her, when her eyes meet mine they’re full of understanding and I feel a bit of relief.

I go to open my mouth and explain it to her when there’s a loud boom coming from the club’s main door.

The church door crashes open, making our eyes fly toward it as the guys basically tumble through it angrily.

Twist instantly finds me, rushing to me and wrapping me in his arms. He carts me toward the room before I’m able to get a word in. There’s more loud pounding from the door and Twist walks me faster, practically carrying me. Once we’re inside our room, he locks the door, pushing me toward the bathroom as he takes the gun out of his holster and points it toward the door, waiting.

“Go on into the bathroom, Sunshine.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Oh just you wait, I’mma talk to your pretty little ass once these fuckers are gone, you can make certain of it.

(Forsaken Control snippet)

All the anger inside I had tempered down, starts to rapidly surface as I attempt to explain to this Iron Fist that I will fuckin’ kill his ass, him coming to my club all crazy. One of their members is outside with a gun to my prospect’s head who was manning the front gate and this fucker is lucky I don’t shoot them all on site.He

“You expect me to be open to any of your fuckin’ demands, you comin’ to my clubhouse, threatenin’ my fuckin’ brothers? Just who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m the motherfucking Enforcer of the Iron Fists in California, that’s who the fuck I am. You better believe you will bend to my will or I will demolish your fucking club.”

“All I’m trying to do, is live my motherfuckin’ life and you wanna come into it and stir up a whole bunch of bullshit. Do you know how big of a fuck up that is? You got any idea who the fuck I am?”

I don’t make it a habit of throwing my nickname around, but maybe it will make this fuck head back off some. “I’m the motherfuckin’ Butcher, bitch. You don’t demand shit from me or my goddamn club. I’ll fucking chop you—and your buddies here—up!”

“I don’t give a fuck what your little nickname is. I told you I’m here for two things. The VP patch dissipates and Sadie.”

“You won’t touch my fucking sister, you piece of shit!” 2 Piece explodes and I could throat punch him for admitting it’s his sister. “You the fuckin’ Ghost she mentioned awhile back? You the one who disappeared on her?” he peppers the Iron Fist, heatedly.

The mean-looking fucker chuckles, “Yep, I’m Ghost. Now go get my bitch before I slaughter this fucking club.”

I can’t hold myself back any longer, as I launch my body at his, wrapping my hands around his throat ready to choke the life out of him. His large hands grip my shoulders tightly, bringing me closer as he propels his head off of mine, effectively head-butting and dazing me.
Fuck.
That hasn’t happened in, I don’t know how long.

Chaos ensues around me, as the brothers hold off any other Iron Fist members from jumping in on mine and Ghost’s fight.

After a swift blow to my ribs from him, I’m able to get my bearings back, launching a hard uppercut to his stomach. The force of my hit makes him stumble back a few paces, “Get the fuck out of my club!” I bellow, about ready to foam at the mouth I’m so goddamn angry.

This guy is strong and he ain’t fuckin’ around when it comes to hitting. He definitely has experience wearing that patch and I don’t want to see anyone experience what I’m sure would be straight fuckin’ horror that he would do to them. He better get the fuck out of here or this will turn into a pile of dead bodies ‘cause I’ll be fucked if I let him get past me and harm the girls. At the same time, I don’t want to kill them because I know a shit storm will rain down, especially killing the Enforcer of such a hard-ass club. I can only imagine what they would stir up.

He starts laughing loudly, a pure sinister sound and backs up a few more paces toward the door. I take a step toward him and he raises his hands up on each side of his body, wearing a large taunting smile. “Okay, Butcher, you get your way today I see you have me outnumbered here. But make
no
mistake, I’ll be back for what’s owed, and you better hope to fuck that you have a motherfucking army to help your ass. That stupid bitch will be mine. Hell, this whole fucking club,” he spreads his arm wide, indicating the clubhouse, “will all be mine,” he finishes, laughing loudly while stepping out of the door.

I spit in his direction, attempting it to land on him but he’s able to escape it by a few inches.

Panting, I can’t help the burn radiating over my face and neck. I’m so fucking pissed that I scream at the brothers, “For fuck’s sake! Somebody better take care of that goddamn gate, or so help me, I will put someone in the fucking ground myself!”

Snake and Smiles take off outside as the Iron Fists bikes loudly rumble out of the parking lot. Our prospect is thrown to the ground, bleeding from a few hits the dickwads left him with.

I’m thankful for our friends sending us a mass text that they had seen the Iron Fists headed out our way. Luckily there were only three guys with that dick, Ghost. Him being from California tells me that they must have already been on their way for days now.

Twist is definitely going to ask for a fuckin’ Nomad vote now, wanting to chase after them and I’m going to have to do everything in my power to keep him here. Hopefully, Sadie will be able to sway him not to go at it alone. We will back him up; shit, I want justice myself for the grief these ass-clowns are putting my club through, but for Twist and 2 Piece, this just became personal.

I don’t know how long we have until they’ll decide to return, but in the meantime, we will be planning and preparing for them. Twist will want to lead a run to California to chase after Ghost; we just have to wait and see if and when the Prez lets him go, and if he’s able to finish this shit away from home.

I’ll be damned if I let my club not be ready for whatever’s to come. The Prez will be back soon, thankfully, and I can finally fill my role as the Vice President, rather than keep playing President.

NOW

Motherfuckingsonofabitch!
I hear the bikes rev and crack my bedroom door open.

“Clear?” I shout, pointing my weapon out into the hallway, ready just in case they didn’t actually leave.

Cain calls back, “We’re straight, brother!”

I drop my weapon to my side, taking a deep breath and put it back in my holster. I would’ve shot every motherfucker coming my way to protect Sadie and it makes me think. It’s been a real long time since I’ve felt the absolute need to protect someone versus thinking of my own needs. I wanted so badly to get my chance with Ghost, and I will, but it’ll be when I know Sadie and the baby are both completely safe.

Sadie opens the bathroom door, peeking her head into the bedroom, curious.

“I’ll be right back. You stay put ‘til I get back.”

“Are you coming back this time?” she questions and it brings a bad taste to my mouth. This is my fault she feels this way, since I was stupid an’ took off on her, rather than bein’ a man and talking it out. It’s my fault shit got screwed up in the first place.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, you just watch,” I grumble, closing the bedroom door behind me.

I’m met with angry stares as I get to the bar. “’Sup?”

Ares scoots a stool away from the bar, taking a seat, “Let’s all have a drink and discuss this shit real quick.” We all follow suit, gathering around as the prospects start handing out a beer to each of us.

“We’re gonna talk about some of this, considerin’ the prospects just witnessed what happened. I know Prez would want them included, due to how much this is probably going to affect all of us. I’m gonna call Prez after our conversation and update him too.” We all nod and Ares fills me in on what just went down in the bar while I was with Sadie.

“I shoulda’ been out here,” I grumble angrily, and he shakes his head.

“Nah brother, you needed to be in the room with her. They could have tried breaking in back there and we never would’ve known. You were in the best place at that moment to keep her safe.”

2 Piece chugs half his beer, then slams it on the counter, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ve had it, Ares. Enough is enough, we need to find those Fists and put them down for good,” he growls, and the room pipes up with ayes in agreeance.

Every brother is ready to take blood after everything the Iron Fists have put our club through recently: the girls getting attacked, then the car bomb in the compound parking lot, the guys following Avery and London in Cain’s car, then throwing shrapnel and shooting at us, causing my wreck, Ghost hitting Sadie, the threatening text messages and now the balls to come to our clubhouse and to threaten us on our own turf. It’s been hit after hit and has called forward a war between two clubs.