“Unless we make it so hard for them to rebuild, it ain’t worth their time and they move on,” Shade said.
“Riiiiiight. And a fuck-ton of explosives won’t bring the fuckin’ feds swarmin’, right?” Trip ripped off his baseball cap again and, out of habit, scraped his fingers through his longish hair. “Who in here got explosives trainin’? Who in this fuckin’ room can afford the cost for the amount we’d need? Who in here wants to be the one purchasin’ the shit needed? I got a fuckin’ son now. The fuck if I’ll go back inside willingly. And you all know what the hell that means.”
A murmur moved through the group because they all knew what that meant and most likely felt the same.
Whip had never spent a day inside and never planned on it. He, Judge and Deacon were the only members of the Fury who hadn’t. Mostly because of luck, definitely not because they hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
Just the shit they’d done to the Shirleys alone would’ve most likely caught them a lifetime bid in prison.
Trip wasn’t done. “Wanna keep my family safe but also wanna be around to raise my son. Want you all to be around to raise your sons and daughters. What we do affects them, too. Let’s not forget that.”
“Then, what other solution you got?” Dutch called out from the back of the pack. “We’re willin’ to hear ‘em, prez. I got a grandbaby to protect. They touched Duchess once, they ain’t touchin’ her again, swear to Christ.”
Another grumble moved through the agitated group.
Trip blew out a breath. “Get that.” He slapped his hat back on his head and scrubbed his hands down his face. “It’s a crazy fuckin’ idea.”
“Don’t know how else to do it other than how we intended to do last time before the feds interrupted our plan. Didn’t like it then, don’t like it now,” Judge said.
“Agreed. It was way too fuckin’ risky.” Trip shook his head. “And now there are more homes and kids on this property, not to mention our sisterhood has grown.”
“Don’t know how else to handle them, then,” Deacon said. “Poison their water supply?”
“No, that’ll be too slow,” Rev said next. “We need to hit them hard, hit them fast and hit them all at once.”
“Once we get Red’s blood out of there,” Sig reminded them. “That’s gotta happen first.”
“That could create a complete fuckin’ shitstorm,” Easy said, standing next to Whip.
“Not could. Will,” Judge confirmed. “Everyone in this fuckin’ room knows that.”
“The Originals woulda never let this shit get this fuckin’ far,” Dutch grumbled.
“And that’s why only two of you remain. You forget that part?” Trip reminded the oldest Fury member.
“Might have a solution,” Judge said more quietly than normal. He was pulling on his long beard since Jury was out of reach.
The Barn went completely silent.
“Let’s hear it,” Sig demanded, hands on his hips. “Better be a good one, too.”
“Fuck you, Sig.” The enforcer’s response was louder and half a snarl.
Sig’s response was a full snarl, reminding Whip of Cujo whenever he got anywhere near the little rat bastard. “No, fuck you, Judge. Been fuckin’ sittin’ on your ginormous paws not doin’ shit, more worried about your kids than this goddamn club. Time for you to do your fuckin’ job or step down.”
Everyone surrounding Whip took a collective breath and held it.
“You forget you’re the VP, Sig?” Judge jabbed a finger toward the ceiling. “You sit at that table, too. So, shut your fuckin’ mouth. You don’t think I want all this shit over with? You want me to act like Ox? That what you want? Just rush up that mountain, wreak havoc and say fuck the consequences? ‘Cause that would be super fuckin’ easy. But you know who it wouldn’t be easy for? Our women and children, if we all end up dead or livin’ in concrete containers for the rest of our lives. ‘Cause with the record you got, you ain’t gettin’ out next time ’til they haul your ass out in a pine box, wearin’ a toe tag.”
“So, what’s the damn solution, then?” Sig asked.
Judge shook his head. “Need to make a phone call. Ain’t gonna say shit yet ’til I know it’s a viable solution. Also need to run it past you and Trip first. Think that’s the smart way to do it. Gonna take a shitload of scratch, though. Already know that. Don’t know how much exactly but I can tell you our asses are gonna be raw for a while.”
“All right then, we’ll discuss that first and go from there. But no matter what the deal is with your ‘solution’, it needs to be a final one. And, like Sig said, we need to do somethin’ about Red’s siblings,” Trip reminded the enforcer.
“Thinkin’ that’s gonna have to happen right before or at about the same time,” Judge said. “We go in, do what has to be done and grab the kids at the same time. If we take those kids and then have to wait for part two? Gonna have a war on our hands. We’re gonna have to do this shit wham, bam, fuck you ma’am. We need all those roaches on that mountain at the same time when we hit it.”
What the fuck was Judge thinking? Whatever it was, it sounded big.
Truth was, they were at the point where they needed to go big or give the fuck up.
“Say we take those kids, who the fuck’s gonna raise them?” Trip turned to Sig. “You think about that? You, brother? You and Red gonna take in three fuckin’ kids and raise them as your own? Kids we snatched from their damn parents?”
“Won’t have to snatch ‘em if they all disappear,” Sig said. “Like Judge just suggested, hit ‘em hard and take them all at the same time. Chaos is a good cover.”
“Chaos is dangerous,” Trip muttered.
“Organized chaos,” Judge said. “Get the kids and whoever else we think needs to be removed, then…”
Boom.
Judge didn’t actually say it but he didn’t need to. They all heard it in their heads.
“Gonna finally get Red’s revenge by killin’ that crazy bitch and her even crazier fuckin’ husband. If it wasn’t for Red convincin’ me not to, it would’ve happened by now ‘cause I owe them that. For fuck’s sake, do I owe them. They traded Red like a fuckin’ broodmare. Gave her to those inbred goat fuckers against her fuckin’ will. She was treated like a fuckin’ walkin’ womb so she could be bred by those toothless militia wannabes and pop out their spawn.”
“Still her mother,” Trip reminded his brother.
Though, Whip was pretty damn sure the prez wouldn’t shed a damn tear if Sig took revenge on the woman who was supposed to love and protect her own, instead of betray her. Instead of put her in harm’s way. Instead of turning her into a birthing tool, no better than exactly what Sig said… a broodmare.
“That bitch lost that title the second she got in with that Ohio cult and betrayed her own flesh and blood,” Sig shouted.
“Damn right,” Deacon agreed.
They all did. Whip could feel the tension ramping up in himself and his brothers.