Page 39 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
“You should be on their side too! You took an oath. You joined the Club. They are supposed to be your brothers in arms, and you betrayed them. Why? For the sake of some money?” There was venom in my voice and Chip shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Maybe I’d never spoken to him this way before. Maybe he never thought I was even capable of it.
“They’ve stripped me of my patch. I don’t belong to the MC anymore.”
“And that is what you deserve.”
“I did it to save our family home, Cassie. Don’t you think that is worth it? The house we grew up in. The house Dad and Mom tried to build a family in. All those memories…the banks were about to take it away from us.”
“You could have said something. To me. I could have taken out a loan. Sold my business. The apartment. Found a way out of this.”
I moved toward him and Chip’s eyes narrowed on me.
“What happened to you? The last time I saw you, you were screaming bloody murder. You were on my side.”
“That was before I got to know these people. Before I witnessed their lives myself. You had no right to put their lives in danger, Chip.”
He clenched his jaws and looked away from me.
“So they got to you, huh? Who was it? Drax? Flash? Bolt? Who spoke to you?”
I froze up. My muscles stiffened. How would he react now if I told him the actual truth? That I slept with Bolt. His mentor. That I was his woman. That I was going to fight to be accepted by this MC.
“They didn’t have to convince me. Nobody did. I came to these conclusions myself.”
Chip was shaking his head.
“This is ridiculous, Cassie. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side, Chip. I always have been. I have spent my whole life defending you, trying to help you, being there for you. Even though you’re my older brother. You’re the one who should have been there for me.”
He glared at me while I walked to the door. I didn’t know what else I could say to him. It was too much. Our bond was broken, and it would take time and effort on his part to repair it.
“I’m going to go now. I hope you pray real hard that all those guys come back safely tonight and that they save the shipment.”
“Cassie, where the fuck are you going? Let me out of here!” he called after me.
I knocked on the door, Sophie opened it up immediately. She saw my deathly pale face and shut the door behind me. Chip was still yelling, but I didn’t even notice.
“I think I’m going to go up to our room and wait for Bolt there,” I told Sophie.
She squeezed my shoulder and nodded.
“Yeah, you should. I’m going to find a bed and try and take a nap too. We’re going to have some long days ahead of us,” she said.15BoltWe based our raid plan on the information Chip had given us and I was relieved to find he hadn’t lied.
We were staking out the eighth holding first, watching the Silver Knights working in silence in the dead of the night. According to the intel we gathered, they were about to organize a resale of the shipment stolen from us. It would result in them making some serious amount of cash.
The only thing we could do now was steal it back from them and make the sale ourselves.
Spike, Ghost, Flash and I watched in the dark while the rest of the team surrounded the holding area from their spots.
“Looks like the boy came through,” Flash whispered while we waited. We knew there wouldn’t be much of a point of raiding the holding cell now, not until they’d brought the shipment out in the open. That was going to be our moment to attack. That way, we wouldn’t be stuck indoors.
“Yeah, he didn’t fuck us around this time,” Spike commented.
I maintained a stony silence, keeping a close eye on the activities of the Silver Knights. I didn’t want to talk about Chip. I felt like I owed it to Cassie to not drag her brother through the mud over and over again.
There was some movement and we were on high alert.
The big crates of weapons were being wheeled out of the holding. A truck had been positioned right in front of the mouth of the cell. The crates were going to be wheeled in there.
Timing was key here. I sensed Flash getting fidgety. Spike shifted on his feet and I knew the guys were getting impatient. I held a fist up, giving the signal to them and all the other men watching—to hold up. We needed to be patient about this.
“Come the fuck on,” Ghost mumbled under his breath.
