They were at their bikes when Joker looked to Boz. “You want me to call this in to Tack?”

“I’m on it,” Boz answered.

Joker nodded.

They mounted.

Then Chaos rode.

Tack

In the dark, Tack sat on the side of his and Red’s bed, talking into his phone.

“No. All good. But I want the brothers gathered in the morning.”

“You got it, man,” Boz replied. “Later.”

“Yeah, later,” Tack said, took his phone from his ear, hit the button, and tossed it on his nightstand.

Then he slid the fingers of one hand through his hair, followed instantly by the other hand, and he left both at the back of his neck while he rested his elbows to his knees.

Chaos is pussy.

That could not stand.

He felt Tyra slide her hand from the small of his back up his spine before he felt her position, on her knees, those knees spread, the insides of her thighs pressed to his hips. He felt her front hit his back as her lips touched his hands at his neck.

“Talk to me,” she whispered. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied and it was no lie.

It was.

For now.

His brothers sent a message. The right one. And they didn’t fuck around doing it.

But it wasn’t enough.

It was time.

And he fucking hated it.

Tomorrow, they’d go over what happened, what was said, what was done, and what they’d be doing.

Tack’s new message would be to anyone else who thought that shit.

It would also be to Valenzuela.

Chaos was claiming more territory. They were going to clean it up. They were going to keep it safe.

Once the Club voted, no longer would Chaos be five miles around Ride.

It would be ten.

Valenzuela held firm positions to the north, east, and west.

He would retaliate.

But it was time.

The Club would meet, then Tack would sit with Hawk, Brock, and Mitch. Mitch was going to lose his mind. Lawson wasn’t a straight arrow, but he was as straight as they came. Tack and Brock were working this to bring an end to Valenzuela that would not mean blood but would mean jail time, dismantling Valenzuela’s operations in a way it would decimate him.

But that shit took time.

Too much time, apparently.

“Kane, you’re kinda scaring me.”

He lifted and twisted, dropping his hands and curling his fingers around her thigh.

“Boys had some trouble tonight, they neutralized it. Not happy about the trouble they had, but they took care of business,” he told her. “But, Red, you gotta know, something’s comin’. There was never any way to stop it, but the time has come for us to stroll out to face it. And what’s comin’, you gotta brace.”

“Baby,” she whispered, sliding a hand around his side to his stomach.

“It’ll all be good,” he promised.