Page 78 of Sweet Pea

“What the fuck is going on here?”

“It’s me, Pea. I’m okay,” Doozer said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t understand,” I said, my head racing a hundred miles an hour. “We thought the Spiders got to you. They sent us your kutte, with...”

“Maybe I should explain,” a doctor that was standing with Minus said. He was dressed in surgical scrubs, looked to be in his early thirties with a scruffy beard, and longish brown hair that was clumsily tucked into a surgical cap.

“Somebody better had, Doc,” I said, to which he laughed.

“I’m not a doctor,” he said, and it wasn’t until then I noticed that Doozer was wearing a physician’s lab coat, thus him being dressed in all white in my “vision.”

“Wait a minute, what the fuck is going on here? Why are you guys dressed like that?”

“We had to sneak them in, disguised as doctors in case the Spiders have eyes on the hospital,” Minus said.

“My name is Agent Rand Davis with the F.B.I.”

“The fuck you are,” I replied.

“I’ve been working undercover as a member of the Gresham Spiders for the past six months.”

“Now I know for sure that I’m high as a fucking kite.”

“I can assure you my credentials are real, as is this case,” he said, producing an F.B.I. shield and I.D. “What’s also real, is that as a member of the Spiders, I was ordered by Wolf to kill Doozer.”

I looked at him puzzled.

“And deliver his heart to you,” he said.

“Good thing he did, too,” Doozer said. “If Wolf had given the job to another Spider, that would have been my actual heart inside that kutte.”

“Whose fuckin’ heart was it?” I asked.

“My office procured a substitute heart from the city morgue,” Agent Davis said.

“And Wolf bought that?” I asked.

“Didn’t you?” he retorted. “Doozer here was quite cooperative in posing for phony execution pictures. Post and during.”

“It was fucking awesome, Pea,” Doozer said excitedly. “We had all this fake blood and shit, and—”

“Let’s save that story for later,” Minus said.

“If you’ve only been with the club for six months, why the hell did Wolf give the job to you?” I asked.

“To prove my loyalty to the club. My way of earning my patch. Plus, he trusts me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I served in the middle east with Trunk, the Spiders V.P. We were Rangers together. When we got out, I went to Quantico and Trunk went sour.”

“And when the Fed brass found out that you had an in with the Spiders via your connection with Trunk—”

“They didn’t have to find out anything. I let my superior know about the possible connection as soon as I found out about Trunk’s involvement with the Spiders. I’m working with an agent who’s done covert work with MCs before. He was able to help me create a solid backstory about where I’ve been since leaving the army, as well as plant a few street-cred breadcrumbs for me.”

“Cutting your heart out will be the nicest thing Wolf does to you if he finds out you’re a fed,” I said.

“I’m hoping with your help, that won’t happen, and that we can put Wolf away in a Federal penitentiary for the rest of his life.”

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