Revival Elizabeth Knox (motivational novels txt) 📖

time or two when I was younger, or let my father handle shit so I wouldn’t have to step up to the plate. There is a time and a place to watch from afar, and another to act. Today is a call for action, a day where the law needs to be set into the sand so that everyone knows their place, and their roles.

Max comes walking straight through my office door, I’m sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone pondering who I should call first and make aware of our hierarchy change. My first thought goes to Fist, he’s the strongest ally that we have. Yeah, I’m gonna call him when I get a moment.

“Didn’t you say you were wantin’ to deal with Dwayne today?” Max asks me, catching my attention.

“I did” I nod.

“Well, word on the street has it that he’s held up at some boat right on the Cumberland River. If you wanna surprise em, that is” I do, there’s no way in hell that I want Dwayne to know we’re coming. By us showing up it will show him that we’re always watching, that we know where he is at all times. He’ll think twice about trying to make the Skulls his little bitch boy drug runners.

I stand up, walk through the door of my office down the hall until I’m standing in the main area. Not too many are here, but the few that are will do. “Listen up, we’re takin’ a ride into Nashville and payin’ Dwayne a visit. Pack up, and make sure you’ve got plenty of heat. We don’t know how this is gonna go, but I doubt there won’t be any bloodshed”

“You want us to come along, Prez?” A young man asks from the back, his arms are crossed over his chest. He’s one of those new prospects. I take a couple steps towards him and see his cut reads ‘Pain’.

“Yep, you and your brother come along for the ride. We need as many hands as we can get.” I order him, he walks out through the front door of the club to I assume collect his brother. I turn my attention back to Max, “Call Slasher and see if the Nomad’s are around. Need all hands on deck, and tell those lazy fuckers to stay at the club so we’re not defenseless.” Max gives me a slight head nod, and disappears into the back.

I don’t waste any time. I gather my rounds, make sure my glock is loaded and slide it in the back of my jeans. Before I even hit the front door, I see all of my brothers standing around, ready to follow me. In this moment, I can’t help but take it in. I’m no longer a follower. I’m a leader. The men who stand before me are ready to walk into the unknown, possibly losing their lives doing so, all for me. Honored isn’t even close to how I feel. I’ve seen my father rule as Prez, and even my brother for the brief time that he did, but right now…this is when I truly realize how I was born to lead this club.

“Slasher’s on the way. He can meet us here in an hour and he’ll send two of the older guys to the club. Couldn’t promise they wouldn’t be drunk when we got back, but at least we’ll have the clubhouse manned” Max tells me, and I nod. Having a presence here is all that I care about. It might be useless if they’re both going to be as drunk as a skunk, but at least they’ll be here. We don’t have many enemies who are local, but given the right opportunity anyone will strike.

“C’mon, brothers.” I call out to them, busting through the front doors we all reach our bikes, mounting them and riding towards Nashville. Dwayne wouldn’t know what hit him when the lot of us showed up.

Chapter 6

Reed

We swarmed the highway and rode into Nashville in record time. The normal trip was cut in half, and thankfully for us, we didn’t spot one cop on the way in. It worked out better that way. The only thing a cop would have done is put a dent in our time, and ultimately it would have affected us getting to that fuckin’ boat before Dwayne left or not.

We rode into Nashville, and I had half of us split up. Max was fortunate enough to get the name of the boat Dwayne has been frequenting, The Lucky Guppy. I’m not exactly sure how lucky that guppy is, but hopefully luck reins down on our side today. We split up, half of us taking the north side of the dock, while the other half took the south side. These were the only two entrances and exits, giving us the ultimate advantage.

I signal my hand up in the air for the boys to follow me, and lead us behind a storage shed where we park our bikes. The last thing I want is for Dwayne or his men to hear us before they see us. After all, what kind of advantage would that really give us?

I leave Pain at the entrance, standing guard and gave Chaos instructions to do the same on the opposite end. If Dwayne tried to escape, they were both told to make sure he didn’t. I didn’t give a fuck what they did, as long as he is still breathing when I get there.

We make our way down the dock, observing our surroundings and looking for the boat that reads The Lucky Guppy. Needless to say, when I see it, I’m not shocked in the slightest. There are plenty of vessels in this area, but none of them look as dingey and shitty as this piece of junk. It’s rusting out on almost every surface, some pieces are even gone. Isn’t there some sort of boat police or something that should confiscate this thing off of the water?

Shaking my head, I