Page 13 of Smoke

Stone

What typeof sick fucking game is the woman playing. Smoke had hinted when he’d talked to her earlier in his office, that she had intel on the Death Valley Irish that would interest the YOMC.

“That’s not what you implied to Smoke earlier,” I growl across the table at her. “You reckoned you could supply us with information on the Irish.”

I pause for a second or two expecting Smoke to jump in but his face, as usual, is giving nothing away.

“It’s time for you to leave.” I get to my feet and move towards where she sits. “Think yourself lucky that you’ve not already taken a bullet to the head. If it wasn’t for Oriana…” I slip my hand around her upper arm, intending to bring her to her feet. “You’d have taken your last breath hours ago.”

“Hey, get off me,” she struggles against my hold. “What I actually said to your Prez was that I have contact with Paddy. I have his cell number.”

“What good is that to us? It’s not like he’d take a call from us.” I pull her to her feet. For her size, she’s putting up a good fight but against me, at my size, she has no chance. “You’re just wasting our fucking time.” By the rumble of discontent from the rest of my brothers, they’re right with me on that.

“Hold on a minute.” Smoke shouts up over the mix of verbal discontentment from our brothers. “Sit back down Tenley. You too Stone. The rest of you, calm the fuck down and listen up.”

Smoke sits, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for the noise to dissipate. When it does, he gets to his feet and takes up position behind his chair with his hands gripping onto the back. His tattooed fingers on full display.

“This is what I propose,” he starts. “Tenley makes contact with Paddy Dunne and arranges a date with him.”

“D…date?” Tenley splutters, her eyes bugging out at his suggestion.

“Did I say you could speak?” he casts her a smoldering look. The shake of her head is minimal and could easily be missed. “Then until I ask you a question, shut the fuck up.”

“This is what’s going to happen.” Smoke’s voice commands everyone’s attention. All eyes are on him. His are firmly fixed on Tenley. “You’re going to make the call and arrange to meet up with Paddy. He’s obviously interested, otherwise he wouldn’t have given you his number. Then you work on him.”

“I…” Tenley starts, but Smoke quickly shuts her down with a dark and dangerous stare and a finger placed firmly across his mouth.

“Then once you’ve got him so fucking rapt and trusting you, you’re going to bleed him dry of every bit of information that he has to give.” Smoke releases the back of the chair and takes long, heavy booted strides until he’s stood behind Tenley. “Of which you are going to report immediately back to us. Do you understand?”

“I do; however, I’ve met the man once, what makesyou think that he’s going to even agree to meet me, never mind disclose anything of any significance to a woman that he crossed paths with at a grocery store.”

Smoke grabs a handful of her hair and pulls it until her head is tipped back far enough that she has no alternative but to look up at him.

“If you’re fucking devious enough to get into my clubhouse, then I’m sure that you’ll think of something,” he hisses into her face. “But first, I need to speak to my brothers.” He lets go of her hair suddenly, pushing so her head snaps forward. “Diesel, take her back to Ginger, get her to watch her again while we take a vote.”

Smoke saunters back to his seat as Diesel escorts Tenley out of the room. Once the door is firmly closed, I speak up.

“This is one fucking risky move you’re suggesting,” I tell my Prez, making sure that all the guys can hear it clearly too.

“I have to say, I agree,” Wolf adds. “How do we know that we can trust her?”

The room falls silent for a moment when Diesel returns, closes the door and retakes his seat.

“Who’s saying that she doesn’t just double cross us and tell Dunne what we’re up to.” Edge leans forward, elbows resting on the table. “He could totally take advantage of that by feeding us duff information?”

“Which could lead us into a trap,” Smoke responds. “I know that but this woman’s actions are those of someone who is driven, determined to get what she wants and looks to be willing to do anything to get it.”

“And what’s that?” I ask, “A fucking interview?”

“Not just an interview, she wants an exclusive, one that will get her on the front page. Something that will get the spotlight shining on her and the recognition that she dreams of.”

“You really want the club’s dirty secrets splashed all over the tabloids?” Edge chokes out, exasperated. “It could hit the Nationals and that would be suicide for the Young Outlaws, not only our chapter, but our Florida brothers too.”

“You know that I’m the king when it comes to manipulation,” Smoke sneers, his eyes narrow as he glances back at us. “I would personally control the information that we allow her to know and don’t think for one minute that I won’t make sure that the Death Valley Irish are nothing short of the devil and that the Young Outlaws want nothing more than to help remove the Irish scum from Nevada. We will end up looking like the perfect vigilantes.” He lets out an evil laugh. “Not to forget that I will make it clear we get final say in what ends up in the article.”

“And who is going to be the one taking care of this chick while this is going on?” Diesel asks with a little more interest than I’d expect. Don’t tell me he’s got his eye on her already.

“She’ll report directly to me,” Smoke clarifies. “But before we discuss this further, I need to know that you’re behind me one hundred percent. No majority on this. I need a unanimous vote.”

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