Page 7 of Wizard's Spitfire

An alert on my computer brings me out of my thoughts. I quickly pull up the information.

“Mother fucker.”

I pick up my phone, find Gambit’s number, and hit send.”

“Did you miss me already?”

“Turd Senior just pinged my radar.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m calling church. See you in thirty.”

Seconds later a group text appears.

EMERGENCY SESSION

CHURCH IN 30

MANDATORY

♠?Gambit

I spend the next twenty-seven and half minutes gathering information before grabbing my laptop and heading downstairs. I’m the last one in the door. I close it behind me and take a seat at the table.

Gambit wraps the skull against the table. “Church is in order mother fuckers. Wizard got a hit on Turd senior. Turd, Tyler Edwin Barnes III, was a piece of trash we took out when he kidnapped Stormy. Wizard floors yours.”

“Tyler Edwin Barnes II or Teddy is the Gov of Indiana. He’s up for reelection this year. He expects his son who has been gallivanting around the world the last few years to come home.

“We’ll need to stage a spectacular death with no hopes of recovering any remains.”

“So, we just need an active volcano?” Everest says, with a smirk.

“Something like that,” I reply with a smile.

“Where is the guy?” Hollywood asks.

“Gator food.” Gambit replies. “He kidnapped my ol’ lady. Been dead awhile now. Wizard and Bug from our mother chapter have been faking his life. Have him traveling all over, spending daddy's ill-gotten money.”

“What’s the plan?” Demon asks.

Chapter 3

Charlie

“Are we almost there yet?” Pops asks for the twelfth time.

We’re on our way to the Kings’ compound and I had to fight to drive. Now Pops is driving me insane because of it. Some days, he’s worse than the triplets.

Our van is nearly twenty years old, but it fits all of us and Pops’ friends keep it in good shape. I don’t know where he takes it, but it comes back fixed every time and for a fraction of the cost I’d pay in a shop.

“Mom, is it dangerous to be around a bunch of bikers?” Lucia asks.

I let out a small sigh. I thought Pops already covered this the other night.

“Yeah, they’re a bunch of murderers and outlaws. Why are you working for them? Much less bringing us.” Valentina huffs.