Page 7 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
It was time to get the hell out of the car and do the job.
Now or never.
I still wanted to find Chip, needed to get in there somehow.
The ignition was running as I opened the passenger door. Sliding over to it, I stepped out of the car as quietly as possible. Thankfully, the darkness shrouded me, and the two men could still hear the car engine ticking over. They thought they knew where I was.
But they didn’t.
Now, I was running around the side of the building to a door I could see. A door that left ajar: my point of entry into the bar.
All I needed to do was find Chip and make him see how dangerous this place was. Maybe when he saw me, he’d realize he needed to take me home and I’d save my brother from whatever fate was about to befall him.
At least, that was the plan.3Bolt“Bring him in,” Drax said in a low, droning voice, like he didn’t want to say the words.
I hadn’t yet dared to ask the others who the guy was who'd betrayed us in such a cowardly way. The doors of the Great Room opened, and two guys led Chip in.
I was standing in the middle of the room, my back to the big TV screen usually turned to football. Tonight, it was switched off. Nobody was interested in the scores and I could focus only on Chip’s deathly pale face.
Was it really him? He was the reason why we were all here? I used to have faith in him. Sure, he was young, an amateur, but I’d always thought I could trust him with my life.
I swung my head around to look at Flash. He looked angry, just like everyone else. He caught my eye and shook his head, unable to believe it either. We’d invested months of time and energy into this guy. To train him. To watch him. Then eventually, we patched him into our MC.
The reason he’d been assigned the task of coordinating tonight’s shipment was because we’d trusted him.
Chip was brought to the middle of the room so he was facing Drax and most of the others in the MC. He was refusing to meet anyone’s eye.
He was ashamed.
I wanted to go right up to him, yank his head up to face me and ask him WHY? I was sure everyone else in the MC had the same question but I doubted he had an answer. What was it?
Greed? Ambition? Arrogance?
“Do you realize what the fuck you’ve done?” Drax growled. Chip kept his head down and said nothing, wasn’t even going to nod. “Can you fuckin’ hear me?”
Still nothing. A low buzzing hum pervaded the room while the others spoke in whispers to each other. This kind of betrayal wasn’t something that happened in our MC often. Well, not ever. We prided ourselves on our loyalty.
Drax walked right up to Chip now, lowering his face to be just an inch away from Chip’s protruding nose.
“You’ll fuckin’ look at me when you’re being spoken to,” he hissed. Turbo, one hand tightly clamped on Chip, shook him hard. Chip was going to get his teeth smashed if he didn’t look up and face Drax now.
I stood back, fists clenched by my sides. Chip slowly raised his face. I could see it covered in sweat, his mouth quivering. He searched Drax’s eyes but kept his mouth clamped shut.
“We’re all waiting for you to say something, boy,” he said. I saw Chip gulp. He was nervous. Why? Wasn’t this what he wanted? Didn’t he know about the consequences? What else did he think was going to happen when we found out what he’d done?
“You just going to stand there like a coward? Nothing to say?” It was Flash this time. He was roaring the words and I could sense things were going to quickly get out of hand if Chip didn’t say something fast.
I took a step forward and the motion made him look up at me. Our eyes met. I nodded. Maybe I was just creating a false sense of security for him. The truth was, there was nothing I could do to help him. He’d done something that didn’t deserve any sympathy from me or anyone else.
“Know why you’re here, Chip?” I asked in a low voice.
Firm. Emotionless. I needed him to say something so that all Hell didn’t break loose.
He took in a quick breath and continued to hold my gaze. It was like he didn’t want to look at anybody other than me.
“I drove tonight’s delivery to the Silver Knights instead of the intended buyers.”
Those words were enough. He’d just confessed. It was all that was needed from him. We didn’t even have to employ any unsavory methods to get it out of him. Too fuckin’ easy to be true.
