Holiday Havoc (Reckless Bastards MC 7)

As much as I wanted to pull her inside the camper and slide deep inside her pussy, I knew she was hiding something. “Vivi, what did you do?”

She sighed, turned on her heels and disappeared inside the camper. “You’re not gonna like it.”

I had a feeling I would more than not like it. “Tell me anyway.” I stepped into the camper and closed the door behind me, wishing I’d chosen to take her inside and fuck her like I wanted to. I had a feeling it would be a long time before we got to do that again. “Vivi.”

“Fine. Sit down and don’t say a word.” I sat and listened to news I didn’t like. Didn’t fucking want to hear. News that made me so angry I didn’t know whether to strangle her or tie her to the bed and fuck her. Hard. Fast.

“Grab your computer and let’s go.” Cross needed to hear this along with the rest of the MC. “You fucked up this time, Vivi.”

“Again,” she clarified. “I fucked up. Again. Only last time no one had a problem with me paying the price.”

“Vivi,” I called out to her but she didn’t answer. A few minutes later she came back to what could loosely be called the living room with her sticker-covered laptop in her hand and a scowl on her face.

“Let’s go.” She brushed past me and kicked open the door before marching towards the clubhouse without a look back or another word.

Great. Vivi was surly enough on her own but when she was pissed off, like she was now, she could be a damn terror. By the time I caught up with her, she was leaning against the pool table with her laptop open and her eyes glued to the screen.

“I’ll get everyone together.”

“Great,” she snarled into her screen.

Fifteen minutes later, Cross had gathered the whole MC into the game room because women still weren’t allowed in the Merry Mayhem room. “All right, Vivi what do you have for us?”

She took a deep breath and stared, raking her fingers through her hot pink hair as she stood and fixed her eyes on the silver Mayhem skull, dotted with onyx and ruby. “I’ve been doing some digging into Salinas and into Carlito specifically and it turns out that the guy isn’t all that sophisticated. He had or has dozens of mortgages on his homes, from his lavish villa in Tamaulipas to a bunch of shitty little houses that were clearly stash houses.”

“You got addresses for those stash houses?” Teddy looked around until her gaze landed on Golden Boy.

“I do.”

“And?” Cross was losing his patience with her slow drip of information.

“And,” she sighed impatiently. “I sold three of the addresses to the Familia De La Muerte cartel.” She stood there with her back straight and her shoulders squared, ready to take on whatever bullshit the guys flung at her.

“You did what?” Cross stood with his arms folded over his chest, blue eyes glaring at Vivi.

“You heard me. They murdered Kat and the Familia De La Muerte are in a position to do something about it. You guys are not. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings but it’s a fact. You can’t take these guys on.”

“What the fuck do you mean you sold them?” Gunnar was on his feet, an angry glare on his face and murder in his eyes. It took everything I had not to stand up and protect my girl, but I knew she could handle it.

She’d want to handle it and would probably kick my ass if I tried to intervene. “What part of that is unclear, Gunnar?”

Angry, Gunnar took a step forward and then I did intervene. “Watch yourself, man.”

“You heard what she said, Jag. You’re seriously gonna take her side?”

“Jesus fuck!” Vivi growled and tossed a cue ball across the room, the loud crack against the concrete wall shut everyone up. “Yeah I get it, you’re pissed that I did this without talking to you but guess what? I don’t fucking answer to you. Not any of you,” she said, letting her angry glare linger on me a little longer than everyone else. “You don’t have the man or firepower to fight a cartel and you damn well know it,” she told Cross, so damn confident in her convictions that a few of the guys sat down, more intrigued than angry now.

“That’s our choice to make,” Cross insisted. “Not yours.”

Vivi nodded and folded her arms across her chest, feet crossed at the ankles as she leaned against the pool table. “And I haven’t taken that away from you. I exacted a bit of my own revenge because I liked Kat and I don’t fucking like anyone.”

“And when Carlito retaliates?” Golden Boy asked, his face impassive and his tone even, which surprised me.

“On who? Us or the Familia De La Muerte? Look,” she groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “When Carlito’s stash houses are hit, they’ll kill a few of his guys, steal his product and burn that place to the ground. That means he loses money and men, the two things that keep him feeling like a big fucking deal. Without them—”

“Without them he’ll come after us and our families, or don’t you give a shit about that?” Cross interrupted.

“You mean the way he came after Katrina when you did absolutely fucking nothing? Get real if you think there’s anything you can do to end this without violence. When he starts losing men and money, Carlito will become desperate and that’s when he’ll fuck up and make a mistake.”