Manic (Raiders of Valhalla MC: New Blood Book 1) by Elizabeth Knox

Author:Elizabeth Knox [Knox, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knox Publishing
Published: 2025-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Tor

I sit in kirkja, stewing in frustration.

We’ve been battling the Patriot and his cartel for far too long, and I’m sick of it.

Blood spilled, lives lost, and still, we’re no closer to bringing him down.

My hands clench into fists on the table in front of me, the grain of the wood beneath my fingers barely registering.

Ten more overdoses this week alone.

Enough is fucking enough.

"We've gotta do something," I growl, my voice low and menacing. "We can't keep sitting back while this prick destroys our city."

"Amen to that," Dag, our treasurer, mutters, running a hand through his long, dark brown hair.

He’s just as pissed as the rest of us.

"Tor’s right," Runes, my father and President of our MC, says. "We've been dancing around this asshole long enough. It's time we take the fight to him."

The others around the table, all of our full patches and officers, grunt in their agreement.

The tension in the room is practically suffocating.

"We need a plan," Fenrir, our VP speaks up, "We go in half-cocked, and we're as good as dead."

He’s right.

We tried that before, and it almost cost me my life.

I still bear the scar across my chest, a reminder of how cruel this life can be.

It was Meghan's face that flashed through my mind then, her beautiful eyes.

Memories of being in the hospital together, both healing, both creating a bond neither of us would ever understand.

"We need to hit him where it hurts," I state, my mind starting to formulate a plan. "His ego, his bank account, and... his family."

The tension in the room spikes at that last one, but I press on. "Look, I know it's fucked up, but desperate times and all that shit."

"Tor's got a point," Ivar grunts, his expression dark. "We've tried the honorable route. Time we got our hands a little dirty."

The others exchange looks, but no one disagrees.

We’re all thinking the same thing.

"All right," My father speaks, slamming his fist on the table. "We move tonight. We'll hit his stash houses, take what we can, and torch the rest. Then we go after his family."

A coldness settles over the room, but I know there’s no turning back now.

Logi leans forward, his weathered hands gripping the edge of Magnus's intricately carved table. "It'll be the DEA hanging around soon enough," he growls, his eyes darting from face to face. "And when they do, they're gonna start fucking up the shit we're running for Liam."

I feel my jaw clench at the mention of our Irish connection.

Liam's shipments are a significant part of our income, and any disruption could spell disaster for the club.

Kraken nods, his massive frame seeming to fill half the room. "Logi's right," he rumbles. "We can't afford that kind of heat."

Dag, speaks up yet again. "Agreed. It's time we deal with this Patriot problem once and for all."

I scan the room, taking in the determined faces of my brothers.

The wooden sculptures of our Norse gods seem to watch us, their silent judgment weighing heavily on my shoulders.

My

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