They dashed out the back door, across the yard and into the wooded tree line at the back of the property. Then they squatted down and watched.
Just like Reno had said, Florida rolled down the street with a blonde ridin’ bitch.
“You got a plan, boss?”
“I’m thinkin’. Feel free to throw an idea out there if one comes to you.”
“We separate ‘em. Only solution.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking. Hammer, you and Heavy take the left—”
Ghost grabbed Shades arm. “No. Let me do this. I brought this down on the club, I need to fix it.”
“You sure, Ghost.”
“Yeah.” He stood and jogged to the back of the house, hiding around the corner as Florida pulled in the drive. He waited until they climbed off the bike.
The men watched from the trees as their brother took up his position.
Blood looked over at Shades and whispered, “She’s gonna be a witness.”
Shades looked back at Blood. “Give him some credit, Blood.”
Blood grinned.
Ghost peered around the corner. Florida took the lead, just like Ghost knew he would. No holding open doors and ladies first, and all that shit for that guy. He made the bitch trail behind him.
Ghost had a split second to move before they’d be inside. He jumped around the corner, catching the blonde with her foot on the step. He slammed the butt of his gun down on her head, and she dropped like a rock.
Florida, who was halfway in the door with one foot inside turned, saw Ghost and bolted inside.
Ghost jumped over the woman’s slumped body and dashed after him. Apparently Florida had been caught without a weapon. Well, surprise, surprise.
The big man scrambled backwards, stumbling down the hall, taunting Ghost.
“You ain’t got the fucking guts, son. You know who the fuck I am?”
Ghost’s finger itched to pull the trigger, but he couldn’t put a bullet in the man. The plan was to make it look like a gas explosion. Couldn’t have the body turning up with bullet holes in it, now could he?
Florida kept backing up down the hall. Ghost knew where he was headed, that fucking back room with the arsenal of guns in it. But Florida didn’t know Ghost knew about that.
He couldn’t let him reach that room. This would quickly degenerate into a firefight, not just with him, but with all of his brothers. This entire fucking problem was because of him, because he’d given Jessie protection, and that act had come with all this baggage. Baggage that Ghost needed to handle. Because the last thing he wanted was one of his brothers getting shot because of his bullshit. He had to be the one to end this. And he had to do it now. Florida had about three more feet, and he’d be in that room.
“You the one that took my Rose?”
That question would have thrown Ghost if Jessie hadn’t already told him all about that shit.
“Yeah, ol’ man, I took your Rose. What are you gonna do about it?”
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Florida spit at him, “You the one that took her to the DKs? Think I didn’t know about that? I know all about that. I know all of it.”
“Maybe you need to worry about what I know.”
“You don’t know shit.”
“I know your own VP was setting you up.”