Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 96
“I'd unlocked the passenger side door when I got in and as soon as I broke his neck, Gunny opened the door and dragged him into the passenger seat. Since Gunny was about the same height as the fucker, he drove us to a spot that we had picked out that was on his route home. The road had about a quarter mile of straight stretch before it hit a hard curve, if you didn't make the curve, you'd go through the guardrail and off the side of the mountain. We had men watching the road above us and below us, we didn't need anyone coming by and catching us.
“After Gunny stopped the car and got out, I got out from the back and dragged the fucker’s ass back over to the driver's side. We’d had someone break into his car a few days earlier and get measurements for us so that we could make a two inch cylindrical piece of ice that we cut to the perfect length to reach from his seat to where it would push his gas pedal flat on the floor.
“Once I had it placed, I started the car and slammed it into drive fast since the motor was racing. It took off like a bat out of hell. The car plowed through the guardrail, went airborne for about forty feet before it plummeted and crashed at the bottom of the mountain. We weren’t sure what would happen upon impact, so we had taken every precaution we could think of in case there was an investigation into the death. Luckily, the car exploded and blew sky high as soon as it hit the ground.
“We didn't wait around for anyone, just got the hell out of there. It was ruled an accidental death. There really wasn't anything left to prove it hadn't been an accident. The police questioned people at the bar and multiple people told them he was drunk. That was good enough for them and the case was closed.”
“So you had your vengeance and justice was finally played out. I want that soon, Dog. I want this to be over with so I can put the past behind us and start living for here and now. Living for us.”
“You'll get it and soon, babe. I promise you that.”
“Good.”
“Babe, got a plan already in place. His death might not be the way you wanted, but I have to protect this club just like Sarge and Gunny did.”
“Dog, as long as he is dead and I get to watch the motherfucker die, I don't care how it's done,” she stated emphatically.
“Okay, I'll get it set in motion,” I said as I picked up the phone and sent a group text for Church at six tonight.
Then I held Ava in my arms as she drifted off to sleep. I just lay and held her as I mentally went over everything. It wasn't a complicated plan, we just had to make sure we weren't seen. That was the major obstacle to the whole thing. But Ava was right, it was time to get this part done, to get the motherfucker out of our lives. Because no one was going to come gunning for her again, not as long as there was breath left in my body.
The last thing to cross my mind before I drifted off for a nap was the thought that I was going to be a dad again. With a smile on my face, l let sleep drag me under.
~***~
Chapter 20
Some of us, for better or worse, develop very stable, consistent, and largely predictable machineries of self. But in others, the self machinery is more flexible and more open to unexpected turns.
~Antonio Damasio~
Mad Dog
August 29th, 1998
I left Ava still sleeping and headed down the stairs. We hadn't found anything drug or sex trafficking related at all on Miller or Courtway in the past three months. Viper’s plan of transferring money out of their accounts hadn’t panned out like we had hoped. The fuckers barely had any money in any of the accounts Doom was able to find.
I wasn't going to give up trying to find something on Courtway, but it was time for Miller to die. No way I was leaving that bastard alive now. Ava had been good with letting us try to get something on the men, but that all changed once she learned she was pregnant, and I was totally in agreement with her.
So far, there had been nothing to suggest that Miller had told Courtway about what Ava's husband had heard, but I was going with that theory for now. Even when Miller was gone, you can bet your sweet ass I would still be watching out for Ava like a damn hawk. If I learned otherwise that Courtway knew about her, then all bets were off. He would be a dead man as well. If that had to happen, then we'd just have to figure out another way of learning who the other players were in their sick little games.
When I hit the bottom of the stairs, I headed behind the bar to grab a beer and saw Amy was playing pool with Reb. I had noticed that those two had struck up a friendship. It didn't appear to be anything other than that, and I hoped it stayed that way. I think they both gravitated toward the other because they felt safe knowing neither wanted any type of relationship. Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep a watch on them either.
I wasn't trying to play God in their lives, but I didn't want girls coming in with the thought that being a club girl would get her a Brother. I didn't think that about Amy, but still, I'm a suspicious bastard by nature and it's my job to try to ensure the safety and wellbeing of my Brothers.
After grabbing a couple beers,