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men in front of me took out Burns and his brother. It was a crapshoot as only one had a family to worry about, making him more likely to side with us. He was a wild card, though, as his loyalties had faltered before. Not to mention he was earning more money with Burns than he ever did with Ratchet. He was able to provide a certain kind of life for his family now that he wasn't before Ratchet's murder. The other two brothers didn't have anyone but themselves and the money they make. The chances of them going back to a clean MC were slim to none.
    Dig rehashe d the plan I'd heard so many times now. Once Burns realizes there are no drugs, he will try to contact his Zetas supplier. The six brothers in front of me were instructed to call Dig on the burner once that happened. Son had set us up with two untraceable phones that he programmed to bounce off so many satellites, it'll be impossible for any of Burns' hackers to locate.
    "We know you want him, J, but if necessary, we'll take Burns out. You understand, right? It's not about you, or denying you vengeance. It's about MM, and being a real brotherhood again." Fret was the oldest of the six in front of me. Slightly older than Dig, closer to Ratchet's generation, one of the only old-timers to stay on after Burns took over. This life was all he knew, and I think he always planned to take Burns out one way or another. I knew him and Dig had talked about and formulated a variety of plans over the years. Now they were finally getting to put one into play. He deserved revenge as much, if not more than me, so I conceded to let him have Burns if necessary, and it would more than likely be the way the cards would fall.
    "I know. I appreciate you humoring me with the idea that I'd be the one to put the bullet between his eyes. If I can still do it, you know I want nothing more, but if you gotta be the one to pull the trigger, well , I'll expect a play by play when I return." I tried to say this with a hint of bemusement in my voice. I think Fret knew I wanted it, but also that we had to play this plan out the smartest way possible, even if that meant I didn't get to be the one that put Burns in his grave.
    "Now," Dig began to finish up the meeting, "J, Son, and I are headed back to San Antonio and then Mexico. Day after tomorrow, we leave, but know that we are right beside you all. We appreciate you putting your lives at risk for the club, and hope to see you all on the other side."
    "Dig, you made this happen, so don't worry about us. We'll hold down the fort, while you two hide out at the ranch." If he only knew how far from a ranch Monterrey was.
    "Appreciate the words, Fret, and you know we'd love to be next to you, but the three of us have compromised our positions, and now we need ya'll to hang in there and see this through with us. My hope is to have the REAL MM back before the leaves fall. If anyone wants to back out, you can. If you side with Burns, you'll force our hand, but if you decide MM isn't for you anymore, no hard feelings."
    A collective fuck that was heard around the makeshift table Bill set up for us. Dig, the unofficial president of this endeavor, pounded his fist on the table, and the meeting officially adjourned. The six brothers who came in Suburbans left, and Dig and Son headed outside to see them off. I chose to hang back, clearing the beer bottles for Bill and getting ready to settle into the cot in the corner.
    When Dig came back, we drank well into the night, sharing stories from the past, him sharing ones from before my time with MM. I think he sensed the uncertainty in me, about Elle, MM, and life after Burns. These stories were his attempt to keep me in the fold. In his own way, Dig cared about me as much as Son, his flesh and blood. His flesh and blood who was under strict orders to stay with us at Bill's for the night, but talked Dig into letting him get some stealth pussy before we left. If anyone could stealth fuck, it'd be Son.
    Dig and I w oke up the