Heading into Church tonight, I can think of a thousand better ways to spend my Friday night. But Ironhide called me at the shop this afternoon and said his cousin and Voltz had some vital information on Inferno and his brotherhood of fucktards. So, it's seven in the evening, I'm still in my work clothes, and I haven't seen my woman since seven this morning. All that translates into me being a very cranky son-of-a-b***h.
After banging the gavel to start the meeting, I give the floor to Voltz and Motormouth.
"I think killing Knuckles spooked Inferno, Prez," Voltz says, glancing at Motormouth. "Thanks to her tech, we've had eyes on their clubhouse the last four days, and they're gearing up to move again."
I growl and run my hands over my face. "I'm really sick of this p***y f*****g
