Inferno: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance by L Wilder, Brooke Asher
Authors: L Wilder, Brooke Asher
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phone call. He was pretty upset with whatever they told him about how the fire started. She needed to get a better understanding of how things worked in his club. She got the feeling that things might be more dangerous than she thought.
Around 2:30 a.m., Tessa’s phone beeped with a text message. She glanced at her phone and saw that it was from Bishop. Her heart raced as she opened it.
Bishop:
Hey. Everything is okay. Fire is out. Wasn’t as bad as I thought. Sorry the night got cut short.
Tessa replied:
Good. I was worried. I had a really good time tonight. :)
Bishop:
Me too. Need to get this fire thing sorted. I’ll be in touch.
“I’ll be in touch?” Tessa scowled to herself.
Tessa:
Hope so. I’d hate to have to get my hedge clippers after your family jewels. ;)
Bishop:
That’s my girl. Thinking about my balls again. Must be doing something right. Sleep tight.
Tessa:
Goodnight Cole.
Chapter 17
Bishop
Bobby pulled up the surveillance video for Bishop. It was easy to see that one of the construction workers had planted the explosives. Bishop didn’t recognize the older man that had started the fire, but the video was clear enough to see the small Diablo tattoo on the back of his hand. He watched the asshole place a wooden crate beside the new framework of the shop. He poured accelerant on the tarps, so they would easily catch fire after the explosion. The DCs were lucky that their new surveillance equipment caught the fire before it caused major destruction to the garage. They’d lost most of the new exterior, but the bike garage only had minimal smoke damage. None of the motorcycles were harmed. They wouldn’t have any problems with getting their work done on the projects they’d started earlier that week. It would take them a day or so to clean up the smoke damage, and then they would be able to get back to work.
Bishop was pissed that the Diablos were coming after them like this, and there was no way he was going to let them get away with it. He knew Duce was their biggest issue, but Bishop didn’t have a problem taking down the entire Diablo MC if he needed to. He decided to get Renegade to help him set up a plan.
He found Renegade in his room at the club. When he walked up, his door was open, and his entire focus was on a picture in his hand. Bishop made his way over to him, and he noticed that the picture was of Ace’s sister, Taylor. She looked younger and had her arm wrapped around Renegade’s waist. He cleared his throat to get Renegade’s attention.
He looked up and it took him a moment to sort his thoughts. He cleared his throat and said, “Hey, Prez. Looks like we gotta step up our game.” He quickly slid the picture into his back pocket and stood to face Bishop. “I hate to say it, but they just brought on a war.”
“You’re right. That’s why I’m here. I need to know where your head is at, Renegade. Are you ready for what’s coming? I know you have a lot going on with Ace’s death, but we need to make a move. I need to know if I can count on you.”
Renegade tilted his head and gave Bishop a thoughtful look. He was trying to hold back his temper when he said, “What the fuck, man? I’ve always been here when you needed me. Yeah, it’s been tough losing Ace, but that’s just another reason to make these motherfuckers pay.”
“That’s what I was hoping you would say. I want to make you my new Sergeant of Arms. I know it might be tough taking Ace’s position and all, but I need someone I can trust. I need you.”
Renegade was obviously surprised by Bishop’s request. He was silent for a moment, and then nodded. “You got it, boss. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. This club is my life, and I’ll do right by my brothers. I’m here for you.”
“Good to hear it. I’ll bring it up for vote during our next meet for church. We need to get a plan together to take these fuckers out, and we have to play it smart.
Around 2:30 a.m., Tessa’s phone beeped with a text message. She glanced at her phone and saw that it was from Bishop. Her heart raced as she opened it.
Bishop:
Hey. Everything is okay. Fire is out. Wasn’t as bad as I thought. Sorry the night got cut short.
Tessa replied:
Good. I was worried. I had a really good time tonight. :)
Bishop:
Me too. Need to get this fire thing sorted. I’ll be in touch.
“I’ll be in touch?” Tessa scowled to herself.
Tessa:
Hope so. I’d hate to have to get my hedge clippers after your family jewels. ;)
Bishop:
That’s my girl. Thinking about my balls again. Must be doing something right. Sleep tight.
Tessa:
Goodnight Cole.
Chapter 17
Bishop
Bobby pulled up the surveillance video for Bishop. It was easy to see that one of the construction workers had planted the explosives. Bishop didn’t recognize the older man that had started the fire, but the video was clear enough to see the small Diablo tattoo on the back of his hand. He watched the asshole place a wooden crate beside the new framework of the shop. He poured accelerant on the tarps, so they would easily catch fire after the explosion. The DCs were lucky that their new surveillance equipment caught the fire before it caused major destruction to the garage. They’d lost most of the new exterior, but the bike garage only had minimal smoke damage. None of the motorcycles were harmed. They wouldn’t have any problems with getting their work done on the projects they’d started earlier that week. It would take them a day or so to clean up the smoke damage, and then they would be able to get back to work.
Bishop was pissed that the Diablos were coming after them like this, and there was no way he was going to let them get away with it. He knew Duce was their biggest issue, but Bishop didn’t have a problem taking down the entire Diablo MC if he needed to. He decided to get Renegade to help him set up a plan.
He found Renegade in his room at the club. When he walked up, his door was open, and his entire focus was on a picture in his hand. Bishop made his way over to him, and he noticed that the picture was of Ace’s sister, Taylor. She looked younger and had her arm wrapped around Renegade’s waist. He cleared his throat to get Renegade’s attention.
He looked up and it took him a moment to sort his thoughts. He cleared his throat and said, “Hey, Prez. Looks like we gotta step up our game.” He quickly slid the picture into his back pocket and stood to face Bishop. “I hate to say it, but they just brought on a war.”
“You’re right. That’s why I’m here. I need to know where your head is at, Renegade. Are you ready for what’s coming? I know you have a lot going on with Ace’s death, but we need to make a move. I need to know if I can count on you.”
Renegade tilted his head and gave Bishop a thoughtful look. He was trying to hold back his temper when he said, “What the fuck, man? I’ve always been here when you needed me. Yeah, it’s been tough losing Ace, but that’s just another reason to make these motherfuckers pay.”
“That’s what I was hoping you would say. I want to make you my new Sergeant of Arms. I know it might be tough taking Ace’s position and all, but I need someone I can trust. I need you.”
Renegade was obviously surprised by Bishop’s request. He was silent for a moment, and then nodded. “You got it, boss. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. This club is my life, and I’ll do right by my brothers. I’m here for you.”
“Good to hear it. I’ll bring it up for vote during our next meet for church. We need to get a plan together to take these fuckers out, and we have to play it smart.
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