Jassy
The next afternoon, we rolled into Club Hellfire. Despite my realization the night before, my mind was still set. Aleksey Volkov needed to pay in blood for what his business had done to my family.
Fed was there waiting for us when we arrived, and we slipped into the meeting room to maintain secrecy. I'm sure everyone in the MC knew something was brewing, but Karl and I hoped that this would all roll into the event we had planned for the biker rally.
“He'll meet,” Fed said, his movements a little twitchier than normal, like he'd just come back from dealing with Sauron or Smaug, “but he won't do it at the hotel. Public place only, so he can be sure there won't be any surveillance or bugs.”
Karl nodded. “Fine,” he said. “Probably thinks the authorities will be less like to bust us u
