Saved by the Devil (Devils Arms Book 3)

to die.
Peanut watched Rage stand and guide the men out the door.
“What the fuck?” Hemp said, watching the door that Rage had just exited.
“I don’t know what the hell just happened, but Rage has lost his damned mind. I can’t believe he brought those two men in here like church isn’t for club only and then let them tell us that bullshit like it mattered. He needs to figur—” Brawny began only to be cut off by Diablo.
“Sit your ass down and shut the fuck up until Rage gets back or I will make you,” Diablo growled, slamming his hand down on the table in front of him. For a long tense moment the two men were locked in a staring contest that seemed doomed to end in bloodshed. Good thing neither man had his gun or shit might have gotten real. Brawny finally looked away and with a snarled explicative sat back down, crossing his arms and glaring at the door.
The silence in the room was only broken when Rage came back into the room. He glanced around at the tense bodies and the sour looks, pausing in the doorway for a long moment before taking his seat at the head of the table. Rage picked up the gavel that was typically used to call the room to order and slammed it on the table a few times.
“Church is now in session,” Rage grunted out, his eyes narrowed as he took in the unhappy faces glaring back at him. Nobody voiced their dissent as they waited for an explanation. It was a silent staring contest for about ten minutes. He waited for someone to speak but no one did. Peanut was surprised to hear a phone ring out in the silence. He watched as Rage pulled it from inside his vest and answered.
“Yeah, okay,” he said.
He was watching Teeter. Teeter had risen from his seat and was moving towards the exit. Phoenix moved to block him, and Diablo grabbed his arm before slamming him into the wall.
“Where are you heading, mother fucker?” Diablo asked.
“N-Nowhere boss,” Teeter stammered, looking nervous.
“Yeah, that’s right Teeter. You aren’t going anywhere and you can turn over that phone you have in your pocket too,” Rage said, his eyes cold and his hand held out as he too moved to stand near the younger man. Teeter was a fairly new member of the main club. He’d only been added to the church roster two months ago when he’d finally gotten his bottom rockers. Peanut had a bad feeling he knew where this was going. Rage took the phone and pulled the battery out before he spoke.
“I didn’t want to believe it was someone who we trusted. I really hoped it wasn’t but here we are. You know the rules,” Rage stated.
“What the fuck is going on?” Hemp demanded.
“Seems our newest member decided to start feeding information to our enemies. He’s been playing us for months. I wasn’t sure until today. I had the room monitored when those two were here because we knew someone with the Raiders would want to know if we got information on them. We did and I had my tech guy sweep the room for electronics while I was out of the room. He pinpointed the phone Teeter’s been using to spy on us,” Rage growled, his hand squeezing his phone.
“Fuck,” several of the men in the room yelled, looking grim. Peanut knew something still wasn’t adding up. Rage was still playing a game here. His eyes narrowed as Diablo took Teeter out of the room with Phoenix and two others. Everyone was talking—some voicing their disbelief and others just wondering what the fuck was going on. When Phoenix and Diablo returned a few minutes later without Teeter they nodded to Rage who yelled for everyone to shut up.
“Chains,” Diablo said. “What have you learned?”
“Firstly, those two men brought us false information as most of us are already aware—” he began as he stood and moved to the front of the room beside Rage.
“We already knew that shit, why the fuck were we humoring them?” Brawny asked.
“Because, dickwad, we need whoever is really behind this to believe we are still blaming the Raiders for this shit,” Diablo barked.
Everyone’s attention was on Diablo as they all waited for him to tell them more. Peanut wasn’t at all surprised that they were dealing with another club. Despite the crazy shit that had happened in the past between themselves and the Raiders, the shit going down lately was too organized to be the other club.
“We need them to believe we have no clue we are being played until we can discover who the fuck they are. I don’t know who Teeter is working for or if there are more moles in this very room for that matter. I hope there aren’t, but I just don’t fucking know. It’s going to get ugly before this shit gets better. We need to figure out who the fuck is after us and get this shit settled,” Rage said, his hand banging on the table a few times.
“Fuck, I knew this shit wasn’t simple as soon as they put sugar in our fucking gas tanks two years ago. That shit is too smooth for the Raiders,” Cutter growled looking pissed.
Peanut didn’t blame him, he was pissed too. He and Viking shared a look. About two years ago they’d fucked up on a delivery run by not leaving someone to watch the bikes and shit had hit the fan. Neither of them had fucked up in such a big way since but it still didn’t sit well with either of them that they’d fucked up such a simple job by being dumbasses.
“I knew something had to be going down. No way were any of us buying that shit they were selling,” Hemp grumbled, his arms