Riley (Shattered Souls MC 4)

I finally get Gillian to stop freaking out, which wasn’t easy. She’s afraid if I kill agent dickwad I’ll go to jail and she’s right I will, but only if I get caught. I assured her I would die before going to prison, which didn’t help much.

I finally got her to relax after I fucked her. She told me she trusted me and would support anything I do. Damn, the power of my dick sometimes even amazes me.

Although sitting around this table, waiting on Brooks makes me wish I had some kind of power in here. The longer this goes on, the more pissed they are getting at me. No one is coming up with any ideas. Every single time we sit around this table we leave more pissed off than when we walked in. We need action, we need to stop sitting on our asses. If it was another club we would have made a move long ago. Zane and Kace both pushed hard until shit got done in their favor. The more I push, the more they throw it in my face that I brought this trouble on. It’s frustrating and adds more pressure.

The door pushes open and Brooks walks in. He sits down and looks right at me. “What’s going on?”

“The same shit that has been going on. He’s pressuring me to get Gillian to hack the sites. He’s furious it’s been over a week and still nothing is done. He doesn’t fucking believe me and he’s going to kill Gillian and destroy this club!” I yell, banging my fists on the table. “What’s the goddamn plan?”

Brooks leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “There is no fucking plan. We don’t know for sure he’s working alone. We have no idea who else knows what he’s doing. We make a move, any move, and it could get us all killed or put in jail. There’s no easy fucking answer here,” he hisses.

I slam my hands down and stand up, leaning on the table. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Fuck no,” Zane says.

“Don’t be fucking stupid,” Porter groans.

“Have you lost your fucking mind,” Kace yells.

“No, brother,” Finn says.

Brooks shakes his head looking at Enzo. They both look at me and I lift my eyebrows, waiting for their comments. Enzo runs his hand through his beard and Brooks scrubs his face.

“As much as I want to fucking kill you for bringing this trouble to our door, that move can’t happen,” Brooks says.

“Riley, that’s a fucking life sentence. You can’t risk that shit,” Enzo states.

I run my hands through my hair and let out a loud groan. “We could get life sentences for any of the shit we do.” I look at Zane. “Killing Kingsley and Dom, that shit could’ve gotten you locked up.” I turn to Kace. “You could’ve been arrested for killing Bane.” I turn back to Brooks. “We’ve all killed for lesser reasons and you’ve never had a fucking problem with it.”

Brooks stands up so fast his chair slams against the wall as he pounds his fists on the table. “No one gives a fuck when a dirty motorcycle club member goes missing. The revenge comes from within. There’re no cops involved in that shit. We all know that. But killing a federal agent, that gets noticed, no matter how fucking dirty he is. You will go to fucking prison, federal prison. That will bring more trouble for the club,” he shouts.

I sit down. “So, what do you expect me to do Brooks? How do you want to move forward?”

“We need more time,” he growls.

“More time for what? To sit on our asses and do nothing?” I yell.

“Watch it,” Brooks hisses.

I lean back in my chair and light a joint. I’m fucking over this shit. They can continue the meeting without my input. I’m just going to get high.

“What about going to the guys Riley got the drugs from?” Finn suggests.

I glance at him, waiting to see his face when they shoot down his idea. Especially since that was supposed to be done and they silently decided against it. It takes all of a minute before his brows lower and he nods. That’s right, buddy. They’ll shoot down every idea you’ve got.

“Let’s hire someone to kill him,” Zane suggests.

Oh, let’s see why Brooks will deny this one. It’s smart and probably the best idea I’ve heard.

“There’s no one that is going to kill a federal agent, no matter how much money is offered. Plus, that goes wrong and falls back on us, we’re fucked,” Brooks says.

Idea after idea is shot down and by the time I am finished with my joint. I’m good and relaxed. I laugh as I lean on my elbows. “Brooks, do you just want to punish me? Is that what this is? You won’t even consider any suggestion because it could possibly help me?”

“Riley, if I wanted to punish you, I’d do that shit myself. I’m trying to protect this club. That’s my fucking job,” Brooks yells.

The burner phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out.

Agent Asshat : I’m done with the games. You will meet me with Gillian and her computer. If you don’t, I will kill her tomorrow morning. Time is ticking.