“Rooster knows explosives.” Smoke jabs his finger in Rooster’s direction. “We should have him wire up their vehicles and hit them at their clubhouse, hard and fast. See how they like it.”

Hustler stands and leans over the table, catching Smoke’s eye. “This ain’t your golden oldie days, brother. Thinking before acting will save us all a lot of grief.”

“I’m thinking the Vipers tried to off our prez and we need to act in a way that shows them we won’t tolerate it and end it for good,” Smoke fires back.

“Bro, cool it.” I motion for everyone to take their seats again. “What interaction have you guys had with the Vipers to think they’re behind this? Sway’s never mentioned an issue.”

“I have good intel they’ve been moving into the south of our territory,” Smoke says too quickly to sound believable.

“Z,” Teller calls. “Uh, Prez. If you remember, that’s how they started with us.”

I turn my don’t encourage this stare his way and he gives me a half-smirk in return.

“See?” Shadow points at Teller. “T knows what’s up.”

While his brain-to-mouth function leaves a lot to be desired sometimes, Teller’s smarter than Shadow, Smoke, and half this club combined. He wouldn’t have opened his mouth without a good reason. Even so, I ignore him for now.

“They did shoot at me and Heidi,” Murphy reminds us. “Fucking sniper shot from a distance.”

I send my glare his way, but he’s focused on Shadow.

“Bring me hard proof they’re behind it and we’ll move,” I promise. I go in for the pity strings next. “I’ve known Sway since I was a teenager. Car-bombing their clubhouse will bring too much heat, but no one wants this fucker caught more than I do.”

“Amen, brother,” several of the guys mutter and nod their heads at me.

Crisis averted, I adjourn the meeting. Shadow storms out with Smoke right behind him. Rooster catches my eye and nods before leaving.

I want to order Teller and Murphy to park their asses, but I don’t want to look like I’m holding separate meetings with the guys from my club. Not when things are still so precarious.

Still, Teller’s smart enough not to wander far. I find him and Murphy in the hallway outside my room.

“Look who it is. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-pain-in-my-ass,” I greet as I open the door and shove push both of them inside.

“Which one am I?” Teller snarks.

“You’re definitely a pain in my ass.”

Murphy snort-laughs and drops down on the edge of my bed.

“Get your ass off my bed. I sleep there.”

“Not like I’m gonna wipe my ballsack on your pillow. What’s your problem?” he bitches but moves to one of the chairs in the corner.