Spyder: An Alpha Male MC Biker Romance (Dark Pharaohs Motorcycle Club Romance Book 3) by Ivy Black

Author:Ivy Black [Black, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ivy Black
Published: 2021-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Spyder

“I’m not gonna lie to you guys… this is gonna get nasty,” Prophet says.

“You sure you should even be out here, boss? I mean, no offense or anything, but you’re still pretty banged up,” Monk notes as some of the other guys murmur their agreement.

“I’m fine,” Prophet replies. “I’m not gonna ask you guys to do something that I’m not willing to do myself. That’s not how I lead. You all know that.”

Domino and I share a look and I can see the same concern in his eyes that I’m feeling. For an op like this, we need to be fast and agile. And although Prophet is healing remarkably quickly, he’s still nowhere near one-hundred-percent. He could be a liability out in the field.

I clear my throat. “Prez, nobody’s gonna say anything if you stay here with the bikes instead of—”

“I said I’m fine. I’m not sitting it out. If you guys go in, I’m goin’ in. That’s just the way it is,” Prophet snaps at me. “Now, I appreciate the concern, but that’s enough of that shit. And don’t worry, I’m not going to get in your way. I’m not going to be a liability out there.”

I look away, a rueful grin on my lips. It’s almost as if he’d been reading my mind or something. But when I cut a glance around at the rest of the guys, see them all looking away, at least I can see I’m not the only one who had that thought in mind. Prophet’s always been a good leader of this MC, and from what I’m told, was a hell of a platoon commander back in the shit, so it’s not really all that surprising he knew the concerns we all had. A good commander is going to know all of the variables in an op beforehand, as well as what his men are thinking.

The sun is slipping below the horizon and the world around us is cast in the dark purple and darker blue shades of twilight. About a dozen of us are standing in a dirt lot just off the highway, and in front of us stands a tall, imposing forest. About a half mile to the west is our target… a small, isolated farmhouse.

“We sure the intel is good, prez?” one of the guys asks.

Prophet nods. “Tarantula gave us the heads up,” he says. “A few of us scouted the cabin the other day. The intel is solid.”

Tarantula had called to let Prophet know Zavala had put some of his soldiers in a safe house on the outskirts of Blue Rock. He’d said they were planning something, but he didn’t have the particulars other than it involved taking a few of us out. Zavala has apparently been planning on whittling down our numbers with hit-and-run attacks. He thought it would eventually whittle down our numbers enough that we couldn’t continue to fight or demoralize enough of the guys that they’d just leave… achieving the same result.

It’s a smart tactic.

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