Page 99 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“I think he got the picture,” Ghost murmured. “Too bad we have no way to contact the Chens to stir up more shit.”

“After wreaking havoc in their warehouse and the phone call, I doubt we need to stir up anything more. They think it’s the Russos. The Russos think it’s the Chens.” Vi smiled. “Our work here is done.”

“It’s not even close to being done,” Grim muttered.

“No, but this should finally get them beefing for real,” Ghost told him. “At this point, we should be able to sit back and watch what happens.”

“If anything,” Grim said.

“Neither organizations will be willing to let it go. It’s not in their nature,” Reaper told him. “If they did, they’d appear weak.”

The same reason the DAMC didn’t want the Souls trafficking through their territory. Appearing weak was dangerous.

“You have to remember that both organizations make millions,” Indie added. “Money is their main motivation.”

“Greed and power usually are,” Reaper stated. “They’ll take these threats seriously.”

“They should’ve taken them seriously weeks—hell, months—ago,” Grim said.

“Agreed, but my guess was they were carefully planning,” Reaper told his teammate. “A knee-jerk reaction could backfire on them.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Vi’s phone as it vibrated on the table.

The second she glanced at the text that popped up on her screen, her face twisted. “Aaah, fuck. We’ve been summoned.”

Reaper frowned. “Who?”

Vi glanced over at him. “Me and you.”

What the fuck? “Who summoned us?”

“Zeke wants us to meet with the club officers.” It was obvious she wasn’t happy about it, despite her being cousins and close buds with the MC president.

“And are we?”

Vi was a stubborn woman who could easily say no and not give a shit about the consequences.

“I would suggest, now that you’re a patched member, not to ignore any requests to appear in front of them.”

While that was decent advice… “But you’re not.”

“Correct and if this didn’t have to do with the MC, I’d tell him to fuck off. My guess is they want an update on what’s going on.”

“And what are you going to tell them?” Grim asked Vi.

“The truth. We dropped the Terradyne off at the body shop early this morning so there’s no hiding it.”

Vi stood at the end of the table with her hands on her hips. Reaper stood next to her, ignoring her carefully crafted expression, and instead stared at the club president at the other end of the table.

Zeke did not look happy.

For a second, he had a flashback of himself as a Marine fresh out of bootcamp, standing in front of his commanding officer one day after pulling a stupid prank. While he had thought the prank had been funny, apparently his ranking officer did not.

Dealing with the hierarchy of the military was similar to dealing with it in a motorcycle club. Same shit, different organization.

Only he doubted the discipline would be the same.

Even better, this “come to Jesus meeting” didn’t make his asshole pucker.