“Let me guess, y’all ain’t too close now you’ve left the great white cause?” Cowboy drawled, as Hush watched the ex-Nazi with suspicious eyes. He ain’t ever trusted him fully. Couldn’t really blame the guy.

“Don’t speak no more,” Tanner said stiffly. “He was next in line to me. So now he’s the heir. He has top authority in the Klan circles along with my father and uncle. But he keeps to himself, ain’t too talkative. Signs off on orders through emails and shit. Perfect person to have given you the green light to head down here to Texas.”

Tanner leaned on the table, all business, emotion gone. “You show them your names on entrance. They’ll check them in the system, verify the memberships. You say you just got into town and need to unwind. And you want pussy. I’d go as far as to say you want pussy in all the fucked-up ways.”

I ground my hands together as I tried to imagine what kind of shit was going down in this so-called town. Tanner’s eyes shifted to each of us in turn. “Y’all got fake names. Remember them. Don’t use your road names—if all this goes down right and you get the bitch the fuck out, we want no traces.” Tanner’s assessing eyes flicked to Flame beside me. He was staring at the name on the file on front of him: Earl Brown.

I could read what was going through Tanner’s mind; it was going through mine too. We weren’t sure the brother was cut out for all this undercover shit.

“Carson Abney,” Tanner said to me. “Same background. Ex-Marine scout sniper, Special Ops. Same tours as you did. Means they can’t get your real records, so it works as our cover. Vike is Wade Bray, and Cowboy, Bryar Groves.”

Tanner looked at Hush. Hush stared back, one cocky eyebrow raised. “What? No white-trash redneck pseudonym for me, mon frère?”

Tanner’s jaw clenched. “You walk in there and these fuckers will lynch you on the spot.”

“Fun,” Hush said dryly.

“You stay close, at a nearby motel.” I nodded at my mixed-race brother. “We’ll need a distraction at some point. You’ll be it.”

“Black bait?” He smiled, his blue eyes lighting up with excitement. “You mean I’ll get to toy with the big, bad Aryans?” He shifted in his seat. “Shit, my massive black dick just got real hard. Bet Meister and his henchmen would just love to suck on that.”

Cowboy laughed, then laughed even harder when Vike leaned around me to look at Hush and asked, “That true, blue eyes? You hung?”

“Like a motherfucking horse,” Hush quipped.

Vike shook his head and looked at Cowboy. “Shit, brother. I’m surprised you can even sit down if you get pounded by that battering ram on the daily.”

I rolled my eyes and shut the fucking room up before it could turn into a Viking-Cowboy pissing contest. “When do we go in?”

“Y’all are ready to go whenever you want,” Tanner said.

“Then we go tonight.” I met each of my brothers’ eyes. “Hush, you take the van. We might need it. The rest of us will take a truck. Got a piece-of-shit one that just came into the shop. Banged up and stolen—untraceable back to us.”

My brothers nodded. Styx and Ky walked through the door. “You set?” Ky asked, pointing at the files in our hands.

“Going tonight. Might be a few days. Going dark.”

“You need us, you get word to us and we’ll come in guns blazing to get you out,” Styx signed.

I nodded again, then looked at Ky. “Don’t tell your old lady none of this shit. We’re going in to get her sister, but if this Meister dick is doing what we suspect he is, ain’t no guarantee Red’ll be coming home. And if we do find her and get her the hell out, don’t think we should bring the fucking welcome committee until we know she ain’t at death’s door.”

Ky stayed silent for a few seconds, but then nodded his agreement. “The minute you get out, you let me know what’s happening. Alive or dead, I wanna know.”

“You got it,” I replied.

Styx raised his hands. “Something don’t feel right, get the fuck gone. If Phebe is there but you can’t get to her, come back and we’ll figure something else out.” He smirked. “Basically, just don’t fucking die. Ain’t got time to replace you stupid pieces of shit. Yeah?”

“Got it, Prez,” Vike said with a crisp salute.

I led us out of the clubhouse. I turned to Cowboy and Hush as I lit up a much-needed smoke. “Come down to our cabins in an hour. Hush, bring the van. Cowboy, bring the truck. Tank has the keys.”

We had a Klan town to infiltrate.

*****

“You know we’ll have to fuck these whores when we’re there, right?” I said and instantly felt the truck frost over.

“I ain’t fucking no whore pussy,” Flame spat out. He shifted in his seat in agitation.

“We’ll just warn them right off the bat that Earl here is a fucking nut job and don’t touch women unless to send them to the boatman. They’ll take one look at him and believe it,” Viking said. “Klan’s gotta love psychos, right?”

“You expect us to fuck these bitches?” Cowboy asked, his leather Stetson pulled low on his forehead. “Not sure about you assholes, but I ain’t into fucking drugged-up sluts. Club sluts, whores and shit are a-okay. But rape ain’t my flavor.”

“Pussy ain’t your flavor at all, is it?” Vike turned to face the back seat. “Ain’t the taste of salty cum on your tongue more your thing, mon frère?”

I rolled my eyes as Viking ran his tongue round his lips, and waited for our Cajun brother to bite back.

“Depends on the cock the cum’s spurting from.” Cowboy leaned forward until he was just inches from Vike’s now shocked-as-hell face. “You get a dude who’s just eaten pineapple, and fuck—” he shook his head and wiggled his eyebrows “—I could lap that shit up all day.”

I laughed my ass off as Vike choked on a cough, a disgusted expression on his face. Cowboy just stared at him, flapping his tongue.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” Vike asked.

Cowboy just shrugged and sat back in his seat, casual as fuck.

“You are though, right? We all saw you become a weeping pussy for Ky’s sister at his wedding.” Cowboy ignored him to look out the window. “But seriously,” Vike pushed, unable to let anything go, “you gotta like pussy. I could feast on that shit all day—breakfast, lunch, dinner. All-you-can-eat buffet, ya know?”