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Bane’s eyes flick to Nevada’s. “He has weight, and power, more than anyone else in this hellhole, but we believe he’s just the middleman. If he were really in charge, he wouldn’t be out in the open like he is. We haven’t been successful in findin’ out who is, but that’s where Choker comes in.”
I frown. “Choker?”
The boys around the table from the Hellions MC all snicker.
“Yeah.” Viking looks my way. “Some of the brothers don’t have a lot of skill up here.” He taps his head. “But they do have brute strength. He has one modus operandi that he favors; he’s old school. Likes to use his hands and people’s tracheas to get information before he severs vocal cords.”
I wince. Whatever works, I guess.
“Let’s hope he’s comin’ tomorrow,” I hear Tag mutter from across the table. “Could do with one more lunatic with a good set of hands.”
“Long as you fuckers realize this is our show,” Shadow counters. “You’re along for the ride. If Prez allows it. We’ve been tryin’ to hunt these fuckers down since before Ivy was taken.” Something in his protective glare and tone tells me Ivy might mean something more to him than his prez realizes. I zone in a little more and see the veins in his forehead as he clenches his fists.
“We’re here to get Star’s sister back and put an end to this bullshit in our cities,” Hawk says. “Nothin’ in it. We all want the same thing here.”
I glance at Brew but he stays quiet. I only know what Nevada told me that day at the clubhouse, but I know this is close to his heart. I can’t even imagine how he felt when he never had any closure with his girlfriend. That explains a lot about his gruff exterior and why he’s probably made the way he is. I know what he’s been through.
The pain and suffering that these monsters leave behind is immeasurable.
I look away, unable to see the sadness in his face for one more second. It also reminds me that there’s more than meets the eye to most people. I take people at face value, but I’m also known to throw punches and ask questions later. It’s a habit. I’ve never quite been able to break but I’m learning.
“Like I said, the next time you plan on taking a trip to the big muddy, I’d prefer it if you give us the heads up. Never know when the goddamn Skeletons might show up.” Bane doesn’t seem all that pissed off, and I can probably put that down to the fact that he has more men for the takedown tomorrow.
Nevada looks across the table. “What’s your main beef with them?”
“Over the years, things have escalated,” Bane goes on. “With Ridgehaven bein’ so close to the city, the Skeletons tried to move into our turf and take everythin’ we’ve been buildin’ here for fifteen years. Couldn’t let that happen. So once we got them out of Ridgehaven, we made a pact to flush them out entirely. Still workin’ on that.”
Shadow snickers. “Assholes are always tryin’ to get their fingers into new pies. If it ain’t dealin’, it’s guns and weapons. They go around lookin’ for trouble. Most of the one percent clubs around here behave themselves for the most part, but these assholes think they’re above the law.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me if they had a hand in this shit with Monty, but we count on them underestimatin’ us, just like they did last time.” Viking cracks his knuckles.
I feel the buzz of my phone in my back pocket. I pull it out and see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown:
It’s Meg. From the junkyard. I have information.
I stare at the message. So my $10k reward only took twenty-four hours to turn someone into a snitch. I’m still wondering why that other asshole didn’t try and weasel money out of me, which only leads me to believe that the paydirt for him is worth more. That’s a troubling thought. I quickly show the message to Nevada.
He tips his head toward me.“Text her back. We can meet her.”
“I don’t want to scare her off.”
She must’ve gone into the trash after we left because I was pretty sure that jerk tore up my business card and threw it in the trash can.
“So keep it short and sweet. Just remember, she may not know shit. That reward? People will say and do anythin’ to get dough.”
I take a second before I quickly type a reply.
Me:
What kind of information?
Unknown:
The kind that you won’t find talking to Monty Jefferson
My eyes go wide. Okay, so this chick is a dark horse and might know more than she lets on. Sometimes the hired help are the eyes and ears of the place. Maybe our chump friend at the junkyard underestimated her, too.
