city, and the Crips are seriously fuckin’ with their business. There’s a drop-off tonight outside of an old warehouse near the airport. The Devils are pickin’ up a bunch of coke and takin’ it back to Toronto. We now have the location and the time. The deal is, we take out the Devils and in the process take out a few Crips along the way.”
A frown creasing his forehead, Jase sits up. “The fuck? That’s just gonna cause war with the fuckin’ Crips. Is that wise?”
Gunner sighs. “Probably not, but it’s a perfect opportunity for a hit. They won’t be expectin’ us. The Bloods are good allies to keep. We do this, they’ll have our backs when we need them.”
“I don’t like it,” Ryker states, echoing my own thoughts. “Starting a war with the Crips is just jumping from one war to another.”
“It’s decided. We’re not voting on this. As your president, this is a direct fucking order.” Gunner glares at Ryker, daring him to argue.
Ryker shakes his head, clearly not happy. “So what’s the plan?”
“We get there early and lay low. We wait ‘til they all get there, and in the middle of their exchange, we open fire.” He nods to Reaper. “Reap, you’re the best shot of all of us. You’re snipin’.”
Reaper nods.
“These stupid fucks picked the wrong goddamned club to mess with. Runnin’ our man off the road signed their death certificates.”
Ryker and I lock eyes. Doing this mission may just be us signing our own.
Travis has been out of the hospital for hours now. I know because I called, and they told me he’d been released. That was three hours ago. I’d figured after my epic monologue and dramatic exit, he’d have at least called. That’s what any one of my super sexy book boyfriends would do – especially the bikers. They are all badasses, but they take care of their old ladies. Too bad they’re all fictional. Is that what I am now? His old lady? I don’t know if we’d gotten that far yet.
I’m thankful that he’s out of the hospital, though. It means that he’s OK. I’d thought I had lost him. From the moment I’d heard that car peel away, tires squealing on the asphalt, I’d searched for him. I must have looked like a lunatic when the paramedics showed up. I was crying hysterically, on my hands and knees, searching with both hands patting the air, trying to find him. He wouldn’t answer me no matter how much I’d screamed his name. The nightmare I’d suffered the night I lost my vision, and my brother had returned. I was in the middle of nowhere, hurt and afraid, and utterly helpless.
Maybe walking away from that hospital room yesterday had been a mistake, but I stand by my decision. Travis doesn’t handle his emotions well, and although I’d gotten angry, I know that he was only pushing me away because he didn’t know what else to do. I won’t let him get away that easily. Travis deserves to be loved. He just doesn’t know it yet.
I’ve done what I can to keep busy since I got home yesterday. My apartment is spotless. I’ve listened to the last of my books I was to read this week. I wrote and scheduled my blog posts for the upcoming week. I paid my bills and walked my dog. I even baked my world famous, double chocolate chunk cookies, which I usually only make when Daniel begs me to. I’d also avoided my hysterical mother.
The woman has called non-stop, but I just can’t deal with her right now. I have my own issues to deal with, and none of them involve playing the role of her poor, defenseless, little blind girl. If Mom found out about my accident, she would drive me crazy begging me to come back home. I’d never do it, though. I love my independence. I love the city. Most of all, I love the freedom.
Deciding that Travis isn’t coming tonight after all, I change into my
A frown creasing his forehead, Jase sits up. “The fuck? That’s just gonna cause war with the fuckin’ Crips. Is that wise?”
Gunner sighs. “Probably not, but it’s a perfect opportunity for a hit. They won’t be expectin’ us. The Bloods are good allies to keep. We do this, they’ll have our backs when we need them.”
“I don’t like it,” Ryker states, echoing my own thoughts. “Starting a war with the Crips is just jumping from one war to another.”
“It’s decided. We’re not voting on this. As your president, this is a direct fucking order.” Gunner glares at Ryker, daring him to argue.
Ryker shakes his head, clearly not happy. “So what’s the plan?”
“We get there early and lay low. We wait ‘til they all get there, and in the middle of their exchange, we open fire.” He nods to Reaper. “Reap, you’re the best shot of all of us. You’re snipin’.”
Reaper nods.
“These stupid fucks picked the wrong goddamned club to mess with. Runnin’ our man off the road signed their death certificates.”
Ryker and I lock eyes. Doing this mission may just be us signing our own.
Travis has been out of the hospital for hours now. I know because I called, and they told me he’d been released. That was three hours ago. I’d figured after my epic monologue and dramatic exit, he’d have at least called. That’s what any one of my super sexy book boyfriends would do – especially the bikers. They are all badasses, but they take care of their old ladies. Too bad they’re all fictional. Is that what I am now? His old lady? I don’t know if we’d gotten that far yet.
I’m thankful that he’s out of the hospital, though. It means that he’s OK. I’d thought I had lost him. From the moment I’d heard that car peel away, tires squealing on the asphalt, I’d searched for him. I must have looked like a lunatic when the paramedics showed up. I was crying hysterically, on my hands and knees, searching with both hands patting the air, trying to find him. He wouldn’t answer me no matter how much I’d screamed his name. The nightmare I’d suffered the night I lost my vision, and my brother had returned. I was in the middle of nowhere, hurt and afraid, and utterly helpless.
Maybe walking away from that hospital room yesterday had been a mistake, but I stand by my decision. Travis doesn’t handle his emotions well, and although I’d gotten angry, I know that he was only pushing me away because he didn’t know what else to do. I won’t let him get away that easily. Travis deserves to be loved. He just doesn’t know it yet.
I’ve done what I can to keep busy since I got home yesterday. My apartment is spotless. I’ve listened to the last of my books I was to read this week. I wrote and scheduled my blog posts for the upcoming week. I paid my bills and walked my dog. I even baked my world famous, double chocolate chunk cookies, which I usually only make when Daniel begs me to. I’d also avoided my hysterical mother.
The woman has called non-stop, but I just can’t deal with her right now. I have my own issues to deal with, and none of them involve playing the role of her poor, defenseless, little blind girl. If Mom found out about my accident, she would drive me crazy begging me to come back home. I’d never do it, though. I love my independence. I love the city. Most of all, I love the freedom.
Deciding that Travis isn’t coming tonight after all, I change into my
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