Page 52 of Babe's Bounty

Chrome nods. “My office.”

Scorch looks at me. “You, too.”

I frown but follow the men into Chrome’s office. I take a seat next to Scorch and across from Chrome.

“We have a rat problem,” Scorch says.

I glance between VP and President.

“We know. You were the one who didn’t want to believe it. What changed your mind?”

“Someone knew we had that asshole. He woke up and attacked me just as two SUVs pulled up next to us. They drove us off the road and knocked us out.”

“Who?”

“How the fuck would I know?” Scorch screams at me. “I didn’t get a good look at them.”

“You think the rat told someone and they came after you?” Chrome asks. “I can have Mode…” He trails off when he remembers Mode is still unconscious upstairs. Another victim of the rat. “Fuck this shit. I can’t believe one of our brothers is a traitor!”

“Might not be a brother,” Scorch says, staring at me.

“I hope to fuck you aren’t accusing me,” I growl.

“We didn’t have a rat problem until you and your bitch showed up,” Scorch snarls.

I jump to feet as does he. Chrome rushes around the desk and gets between us. “Knock it off. Scorch, go see Stitch. I think you have a concussion.”

“I don’t have a concussion. I have a suspicion. Did you know that fucker was Min’s cousin? Maybe this was their plan. She pretends to knock him unconscious and then she calls someone to rescue him. Fuck, she could have been the one to warn Jordan about our having eyes on the community center. Maybe she left those girls behind in the church on purpose. Did you think of that?”

I reach around Chrome and push Scorch. “You fucking take that back. Min isn’t the traitor. She risked her life to save those girls.”

“Well, someone contacted them. Who the fuck else had the opportunity?” Scorch demands, poking me in the chest. I raise my fist to knock some sense into him.

“Fucking enough!” Chrome shouts, pushing between us again when I raise my fist to pound some sense back into Scorch. “You punch my VP and I’ll take your patch.”

“You can both go to hell. As soon as Min gets back here, we’re leaving. You can find the rat on your own. Good luck.”

I spin and leave the office, ignoring Chrome’s demands for me to come back. Rushing upstairs, I pack up my stuff and Min’s. With our duffle bags in hand, I pull out my phone to call Dante to tell him we’re on our way home.

“He and Scorch have accused Min of being a traitor.” I bring him up-to-date on what’s happened since we last spoke.

“I can see why they want to believe it’s Min,” Dante muses. He laughs when I growl at him. “I didn’t say I believed it. But none of them are going to want to believe one of their brothers is the rat. Min, and you, make good scapegoats. I agree with your plan to head home. The Nomads will arrive there today. Let them figure out who the rat is. Once they do, Chrome and Scorch can ask for forgiveness.”

“Okay, we’ll head home on the next flight out.”

“Good job on your first hunt. Tell Min I appreciate her finding those assholes and for taking out Billings. He’s caused our club enough trouble. Nice to know he’s no longer breathing.”

I end the call and dial Min’s number.

“Hey. I’m on my way back to the clubhouse. Should be there in ten minutes.”

“Good. I’ll meet you out front. We’re leaving.”

There is silence on the other end until Min finally breaks it. “Something wrong?”

“You could say that. Seems like we’ve worn out our welcome. I’ll explain on the way to the airport.”

“I have to pack,” she protests.

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