Kid snorted out a mirthless laugh and shook his head. “Baby, I hate to be the one to disillusion you but you’re following orders right now and you are under the control of Murchison. And do you really think you’ll get anywhere near the Iron Dogz compound without me and my men? You leave here without talking to me first and you’ll regret it, bitterly. Hawk isn’t someone you want to piss off.”
Those pale green eyes glittered with rage but it was the only part of her that showed any emotion. Her body language was relaxed and her face an impenetrable mask.
Fuck. This woman was unlike any woman he had ever come across in his life. Even the Crow had more animation in her face than the woman in front of him. The only way to read her was to watch her eyes, which he did.
None of her rage showed in her voice. “Murchison might think he’s in control but he’s in for a rude awakening and so is his granny-fuck. It’s coming and it will be soon, very soon.”
War pushed Kid out of the way and moved in close. “What are you talking about? What do you know?”
She just shook her head and shrugged. “I’m not discussing my business with you. What I know and what I’ll reveal are two vastly different things.”
“You are so damned stubborn.” War sighed. “I wish my daughter had a tenth of the strength and common sense you have. We’ve spoilt her and raised her to believe nothing can touch her but that isn’t true. Instead of keeping her in a protective bubble I should have prepared her for the ugly reality that surrounds us every day.”
Face shrugged and stepped away from him. “It’s not too late to start her training. She’s young, she’ll learn.” The look in her eyes said she had no interest in War’s daughter or in her training.
It was then Kid had an idea that was wicked as it was smart.
“Why don’t you hire Face and her crew to train Keeley? They won’t care if she complains or threatens them with you. She’s nothing to them unlike your brothers.”
Face immediately shook her head. “No, not happening. I’m not bringing a stranger into my home and place of business. Especially not one who’s in love with a Syndicate puppy like Alexander Kolinic. She will try to gather information for him. Not happening. We have a vulnerable baby living here. No. Fuck, no.”
War was silent for a long time as he stared first at Kid and then at Face. Finally he spoke and it took everything not to grin when he saw Face’s eyes light up with rage.
“I think that’s a damn good idea. I’ll deliver her to you once you’re back from Joburg. It will be payment for the use of my tunnel without my permission. I’ll leave her training up to you and your crew. You teach her what you think she’ll need to survive in our world. There’s no timeline so you take as long as you need.”
Before Face could answer Cuba stepped forward with a snarl on her face. “Please, Face, say yes and give her to me. I’ll train her, like I did those women in prison. She put Pet in danger and I want to show her how we deal with spoilt little rich girls who piss me off.” Her eyes glittered with rage as she glared at them. “She’ll be a bit battered and scarred when they get her back but she will be trained to behave and follow orders. My fucking orders.”
Face stared into War’s eyes as she spoke. “Fine, but you’re responsible for her, Cuba, and if I find her anywhere near sensitive areas you will pay the price. Are we clear?”
Cuba clapped her hands with glee. “Yes! She’ll be made comfortable below and stay there until she’s ready to leave. I swear it.”
Turning slightly Face gave a small smile and nodded. “My price for failure is your car. Are you still happy to take on the whining little princess’s training?”
The crazy woman had a wide grin on her face and nodded repeatedly.
“Oh yeah, she’s going to be a changed person once I’m finished with her spoilt princess ass.” Cuba’s eyes were filled with evil glee and Kid could see that War and Rock were not entirely comfortable with the way this was going.
But he had met Keeley and he didn’t doubt she was going to try and give the women here hell. They were going to turn her privileged little world upside down. Hopefully she’d learn a valuable lesson while she was in their hands. And he hoped she wouldn’t be too damaged once the mad blonde was done with her so-called training.
“Have you thought this through, Dad?” Rock asked softly. “Mum is going to have your nuts if anything goes wrong with her precious little baby girl. And scars? I don’t like this.”
War just shrugged. “Your mother will understand once I explain.” Then he changed the subject. “We have shit we can’t put off but Kid will be back later after he’s spoken to his president and we’ve discussed the best way forward for all of us. I’m sorry I can’t invite you to the clubhouse right now, but once this weekend, and the shit we’re swimming in, is over we’ll have a sitdown on my side of the fence to discuss how we move on from here.”
Face sighed and slowly shook her head. “The longer we delay leaving, the more time he has to increase the pressure on us. He’s already poisoned my niece and threatened your daughter. The men who guard our gates have families too. I can’t be seen to delay...”
Kid interrupted her before she could finish.
“Text him and tell him you’re leaving on Monday because you need the time to prepare everything you might need for the job. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know you’re following his orders. It gives us time to come up with a solid plan.”
She sighed and nodded. “Okay, but we’ll be leaving on Monday whether you have a plan or not.”
Kid held out his hand to her and she looked at it as if it was a snake. But eventually she took it and he had to suppress a shiver when he felt her callused palm touch his own callused palm. Her grip was firm, her handshake solid, but when she wanted to pull away he held on to her hand. Why? No idea, but it felt right somehow.
“We have a deal.” He said before he slowly let her hand go. He grinned when she wiped her palm over her gorgeous ass as if to wipe away his touch.
Not happening, baby, he thought to himself as he slowly curled his fingers over his palm, holding on to the feel of her rough palm against his.
That palm told him all he needed to know. She worked hard on her strength and maintaining her body. He liked that, a lot. He liked it so much he wanted to see that body laid out naked and tied spread-eagled to his bed right before he slid inside her and took her hard.
Stepping back he frowned and gave his head an internal shake to clear the shit out of it. She was nothing but a means to an end. With Face under their control they had a line to both Murchison and Winifred Harrison and at the end of the day, if it proved necessary, she was expendable. Her entire crew was expendable. His club came first, always would.
It was something he would have to explain to War before he handed his daughter, his half-sister, over to these women. He would advise him to wait before he did that shit.
Not waiting for the others to move he looked at his men and nodded towards the little kitchen where the tunnel was. He left while War and Rock were still talking to the women and made his way through the tunnels and up into the hidden room at the clubhouse. He made sure no one saw them as they exited into the passage and quickly made their way up to his room. Scar didn’t follow them in but went to his room to fetch his pack. Once back he dug out the device to search for bugs and cameras in the room.
Lucky for War he found none.
His brothers stood around him, waiting for his orders. “I’m going to call Hawk and tell him what we’ve just been told. It’s up to him and the other officers to decide what we do next.”
Dizzy looked at him and shook his head slowly from side to side, a sad look in his eyes. “You’re going to fuck her over, aren’t you? Use her to get to that old bitch then leave her to deal with the fallout which will most probably result in the death of every single one of those women. The Syndicate will have a use for the baby, so she won’t die, not immediately anyway. But the rest of them and their families? Dead men walking
right now.”
“Dizzy! What the fuck, dude?” Spider snapped. “We don’t do shit like that, you know the club is not like that.”
Again Dizzy shook his head. “Look in his eyes and tell me what I see is wrong. Go on, tell me. He’s going to use Face to get to the Syndicate, and when those fuckers find out that the information she gave them is all bullshit, a smokescreen to get to Murchison and the others? What do you think they’re going to do? Where do you think they’re going to go first? To the women and the innocents connected to them, that’s where.”
Silence settled over the room as their eyes turned on him and he couldn’t tell them that Dizzy was wrong, because he wasn’t. He didn’t think any of them had realised just how observant Dizzy had become since his ordeal. Despite what Dizzy was saying he had to do what was best for the club.
While standing there listening to those two bastards talking to Face a plan had surfaced and he would push hard for his president to go with it. They would hand her a folder that was a mix of truth and lies to hand over to Murchison. When he and the old bag acted on the fake intel and attacked they would be walking into a trap. When the Syndicate retaliated against the women for setting them up they would do their best to protect them but at the end of the day they were collateral damage. The club and his brothers’ families were more important than the ex-cons. A sad fact but the truth none the less.
And how sure could they be that the women would get hurt? There was no telling what would happen once they pulled off the plan. They might just break the hold the Syndicate had on Southern Africa by taking out Murchison and Maingarde.
“When it comes down to the vote I’ll be voting no.” Dizzy said quietly as he turned and walked to the door.
“Dizz! Come on man! You can’t just turn your back and walk away.” Scar called out as Dizzy pulled the door open and stepped into the passage. He stopped, turned and came back into the room and looked over the men before his eyes settled on Kid and he felt the sadness and disappointment in his brother’s eyes burning right into him.
“I’ve done a lot of shit I’m not proud of, all of you know this. But this, this is worse, so much worse. If the club votes to go forward with your plan I will be laying my kutte on the table because that isn’t a club I want any part of.” After dropping that on them he walked out and softly closed the door.
“Fuck.” Spider whispered as he looked at Kid then at the floor. When he looked up his eyes were bleak and without its usual twinkle.
“Call Hawk and let me know when he calls for church. This isn’t something he can decide by himself, it will be a club decision.” He turned without another word and walked out.
Kid rubbed both hands over his face and groaned. Being the SAA of the club he had a duty to think of their safety first, everyone else came second. And right now the women were way down on the list of importance.
Looking at Scar and Buzz who stood with their arms crossed over their chests staring at the floor he was suddenly pissed off. None of them understood the responsibility he carried on his shoulders. None of them.
“I’ll text you once I’ve spoken to Hawk. Go, have a beer and relax while you can.” He turned away from them to the small window that was covered with bars and welded mesh. It offered hardly any view of the outside. Not that he was looking.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket he called his president. Once he made his report it would be out of his hands and in the hands of his president and the officers of the club. His decision was made. The wellbeing of his club family came first.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Face
I left it up to Cuba and Evvie to ensure the bikers left our home. Star would make sure the door was locked up tighter than tight. They would not get back in unless we let them in or they blew the door up, as War had threatened they would do. And even then they wouldn’t get in because the blast would set off the explosives embedded in the walls to implode the tunnel.
I didn’t care. Not now. I had way more important shit to worry about.
Kid Warne might think he was clever but I was way ahead of him. I had looked at our problem from all sides as I had been taught to do by bloody Murchison himself. And I was very aware of the possible outcomes of this horror of a job. All of them leading directly to my door except one. And that one option was so risky, so very, very risky. But it was all I had. I had to risk it all in the hopes of winning it all.
I knew without a doubt that the Iron Dogz was going to use us to get to Winifred, Murchison and Kolinic. And once they had them we would be left holding the bag because it would be my crew and I who handed them the information that lured them into a trap. The Syndicate would retaliate and we would be first in line to receive retribution.
I had personal experience of how the Syndicate treated those they felt has disappointed or betrayed them.
Running up to my room I closed the trapdoor letting the girls know I wanted to be alone. The curtains over the floor to ceiling windows were open and I unlocked and slid the doors open, letting the cool and faintly brine scented breeze in. I needed to breathe in the fresh air before I did what I had to do. I couldn’t delay a minute longer. Sliding my cupboard doors open I moved the hangers to the side and slid open the hidden panel. Taking a deep breath I pulled out the emergency phone and sent the message.
Great Whites are breaching. Perfect day for taking photos.
I undressed and quickly pulled on black jeans and a black button up shirt with long sleeves to hide my tattoos. Sitting on the floor I pulled on black tactical boots. Slipping the phone into the top pocket of my shirt I stood and slid the panel closed. Listening for the soft click as it locked I moved the hangers back into the exact positions they were in before. The clothes on those hangers were for show only, they were never worn.
Going into my bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. The steps I was about to take were going to put me firmly into opposition with the biker clubs but it couldn’t be helped. Just like them I had an obligation to protect my family.
The phone vibrated against my chest and I quickly pulled it free.
G & M Technologies. Thirty minutes.
Shit! It didn’t give me much time to get to Houtbay. Sliding it back into my pocket I drew in a deep breath, walked out the bathroom, closed my doors and drew the curtains then left the way I had come in.
My crew were waiting for me when I reached the ground floor.
“What’s going on?” Cuba asked with a concerned frown.
“I have an errand to run. G & M Technologies. Mads will drive me, the rest of you check over our equipment and decide what we’re going to need to infiltrate the biker compound. Then find us a way to survive in case we’re compromised. We can’t be sure the bikers won’t throw us to the vultures once we’ve served our purpose. I’d rather have a plan B in case plan A goes to shit.” My explanation didn’t please them but they gave in none the less.
“I’m coming with you.” Cuba growled.
“No, I need you here, I trust you to take care of everyone while I’m gone. We won’t be long, I promise.”
“You’re such an ass leaving me behind. And just saying, you never leave this building without at least two guns and a knife on your person. As far as I can see you don’t have a single weapon on you. I can’t let you leave knowing you’ll be a sitting duck if those fuckers outside the gates decide to take you.”
I sighed. “Fine. I’ll take my weapons if it will make you feel better.”
“Good.” She handed me a small duffle and I shook my head.
“Bitch, you had this with you all along.” I said as I slung it over my shoulder. It was damned heavy for being so small.
“I know you, Face. Spent ten years breathing your farts in a small cell. There’s nothing you can hide from me. Nothing. Now get out of here and go have a chat to our main guy.” She winked. “And give him a hug from me. And please, put us all out of our misery and touch his butt already! You know you want to!” She sh
outed after me as Mads and I walked through the steel security door into the garage.
I gave her middle fingers as I walked out and shook my head as Mads giggled. The smile on my face might have been lopsided but it was there. And my heart felt just a little bit lighter.
Sliding into the passenger seat I shrugged into the racing seatbelt and clicked it closed then looked over at Mads and winked.
“We’re going to have more than one tail. Lose them all.” I tapped the dash in front of me and it slid away to reveal a split screen on which I had a clear view in front and behind the car. As the navigator it was my job to keep Mads informed of the route, obstacles in our way and any tails on our ass. I tapped another button and Star’s voice filled the car.
“I have your backs, girls. When you drive out take it slow as if you don’t care that they’re following. There are a lot of bikers out in their forecourt playing with their bikes. A few are in the road racing against each other. Because of that obstacle I suggest you drive right into the thick of it to lose the Syndicate bastards who’ll be following you. No way those bikers are going to let them through. We’ll deal with the bikers who jump on your tail later.”
Mads turned into the professional she was and started the car. A deep rumble filled the garage as we waited for the go ahead from Star. It was one of the fastest cars we owned and was black with glittering blue flecks in the paint that could only be seen under light or in sunlight. Several coats of clear lacquer made her shine like a black star.
“Don’t scratch my car, Mads.” I mumbled as I opened the duffle and started loading up with weapons. The only answer I got was a low giggle.
“Mission is a go. Huston we have lift off in, three, two, one, Go!” Star giggled as she remotely opened the garage doors then the front gate.
The big engine roared as we flew out of the garage and then through the gate that slid shut behind us. Mads had a smile on her face as we flew towards where the bikers had now pulled to the side of the road to watch us pass. We slowed as we passed them and they pulled into the street behind us blocking the road and forcing the goons who had been following us to slow down before coming to a complete stop.
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