Free Outlaw MC Bear by Bella Love-Wins

for Tate to wrap it up. He was about to go off on one of his rants.
    “Anyway, someone else shouted that the cowards had swung out two dark objects somewhere around the clubhouse, then heaved their good-for-nothing carcasses back into the bunny mobile and made tracks. I ditched the twisted claw and went looking around with some of the men to check the perimeter for whatever it was. Turns out it was two duffel bags with a few low-grade explosives. I didn’t smell it in time. There was barely enough time to shout a warning before it went off. I had to duck and cover before I could hop on my bike and chase down the sons of bitches. They were too far by that point, but I got half a plate number. That info with the make and model plus the Easter bunny shade of that vehicle will make it a breeze to find.”
    “Good job, Tate.”
    Cole nodded toward Axe and pulled out a pad of paper from the inside pocket of his leather cut. He followed it up with a vintage-style reading glasses Silas hadn’t seen before.
    Apparently Axe hadn’t either. He looked over at Cole, settling into a loud, full-bodied peal of laughter. When he got the cackling under control, he asked, “What, did you break into an old folks’ home for those goggles, Gramps?”
    “Stop sounding so fucking amused. This is serious shit and you’re sitting over there like we’re chatting about when you screwed that broad on your bike outside the clubhouse with a scotch in one hand and her twin sister at his back. You’re Sergeant at Arms, for fuck’s sake. Start acting like it.”
    Once they’d all been called back to order by Cole’s no-nonsense glare, he read off his notes. Everything got real sober, real fast. All the whodunnit accounts had one thing in common. There were panther decals on the car, panther patches on their cuts, and one of them had yowled out the window on the way out of the clubhouse driveway.
    Silas shook his head. “That makes no sense. They wouldn’t dare try something this serious with us. Not tonight, and not this obvious. Their president would never let a war start like this.”
    “It all points to the panthers, boss. We have to face reality.” Cole took off his glasses, pocketing them back in his cut. “This confirmation makes things easy, but retaliation at a time like this… They’ve had a beef with us for a while, and we can’t let this go, Silas, but they just strengthened their alliance with the wolves, so we need to be smart.”
    “If they did it, I don’t care about all that. As panther President, Kitt is accountable for all his panther yahoos, so they have to pay. I just want to know it’s them for sure.”
    Axe nodded and spat at the ground. “Silas is right. We need to deliver a strong message, you got me? They’ve been waving their dicks in our faces long enough. Now it’s time to show them we may be peace-loving, but we’re willing to wage war and when we do, we’ll bury them.”
    There was agreement all around the small circle.
    “I say we—” Tate started.
    Axe cut him off quickly. “No one wants to hear your fucked up necrophilia bullshit. Leave the retaliation to the non-sociopaths.”
    “You have no idea how to have real fun.”
    “Alright guys, listen up. We’re taking a vote. Once we’re a hundred percent sure it’s the panthers, if you’re in favor of retaliation with immediate reprisals, say aye. If against, say nay.” Silas glanced toward Axe. “You’re up.”
    “Aye.”
    Simple. Straight to the point. He made eye contact with Tate.
    “Aye. Even if I don’t get to decide what to do with the bodies.”
    Silas cringed and looked toward Cole, looking all mystical with moonbeams bouncing off his silver slicked back hair.
    “Aye. There’s not even a question.”
    “Dean’s not here, but we’ve already got a majority.” Silas took a breath. They were sealing the panthers’ fate. “We do this, but I say we do it right. We go at dusk when they’ll least expect it. We decimate, but no