Page 92 of Ravage

“We hit them first, and we hit them hard.” Stone stood as he told us, “They have two primary warehouses… Everything they’ve got comes in and out of there. They use them to move product, money, and people throughout the city, which makes them the lifeline to their operation.”

Mercy slid a folder to the middle of the table. “We’ve known about them all along, and we’ve been watching. They stuck to their shit and didn’t cross any lines, so we didn’t consider them a threat. That was a mistake.”

“A big mistake,” Stone added. “They’ve got connections and lots of them. They’ve got businesses, storage facilities, and transportation routes that aren’t just passing through the city anymore.”

“They’re trying to own it,” Vicious snarled.

“Exactly.” Stone cocked his brow. “But that shit’s not gonna happen.”

“How are we going to stop them?”

“We’re gonna hit both warehouses at the same time.” Stone crossed his arms. “Fury takes the one out east, and the Vipers will handle the one on Industrial Row.”

Reaper tugged at his beard as he asked, “And we’re just expecting them to be sitting inside?”

“We’ve gotta play it smart and hit them when it will hurt the most.”

Stone’s voice was low and calm. Too calm.

Stone didn’t make a move unless he’d thought it through and knew every risk. That’s one of the many reasons Fury had stood tall and strong for as long as we had.

He made sure of it.

“This isn’t some fucking street fight. We’re not lining up outside and shooting until the last man stands,” he growled. “Fuck that. We’re gonna knock them right on their asses.”

“Just say when and where, and I’m there,” Coop interjected.

I glanced across the table at Knox, and he was leaning forward, his jaw tight, looking tense as ever. Normally, he would’ve had at least one smart-ass comment about something by now, but not tonight.

Like me, he was pissed that these assholes hadn’t just come for us. They’d come after Emery. He’d always been protective of her, as he should be. Hell, he’d practically raised her, and he’d never failed to be there when she needed him, until the other night.

Our eyes met for a second, but neither of us said a word. He didn’t know the truth. He didn’t know his best friend had stabbed him in the back by starting something up with the one person he should’ve never touched.

I knew the time would come when I would have to tell him. There was no way around it. I would have to face him and tell him I’d fallen for Emery. I wouldn’t give him all the dirty details, but I’d have to come clean with him.

But not now.

Not when the club was sitting on the edge of a fucking war. We had a job to do first, and I needed him fighting with a clear head. But when this shit was over, I would deal with him. I would tell him the truth and pray that it wouldn’t mean the end of our friendship.

Or even worse, my patch.

I turned my attention back to Prez as he answered, “We’re still sorting that out. We have to be careful and make sure they don’t know we’re coming.” Stone glanced over at Mercy as he said, “We’ve got eyes on both warehouses. We’ll work with the Vipers to figure out the best time to move. We’ll also work with them to figure out where and how to plant the explosives.”

A low rumble of voices filled the room.

The brothers trusted their president, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have concerns. Hell, they’d be crazy not to, especially when trusting another MC to aid in our attack.

“The objective is simple.” The confidence in Stone’s voice was reassuring as he said, “Destroy the warehouses, and that will destroy their means to operate.”

A slow sense of understanding settled over the room. This wasn’t our first rodeo. We’d done this sort of thing before: a few strategically placed explosives, a detonator, and eyes on the door, waiting for anyone who tried to escape. This wasn’t about getting into a shootout with the Armenians.

This was about taking them out with the lowest risk to the club and our families. But it wouldn’t be as easy as just pushing a button. There were a lot of pieces at play. We’d have to plant the explosives without being caught, and we wouldn’t hit them until we knew any and all civilians were out of harm’s way.

Stone would go to war for the club, but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to turn Kansas City into a fucking battlefield and put innocent people in the crossfire just because some Armenian assholes decided to come after Fury.

Stone motioned his hand toward the file as he said, “Tank knows the plan. His men will be in position at the same time we are, and when the time is right, we get the job done.”

“Never thought we’d be standing next to a Viper.”