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“No, I’m just surprised you let it go so easily.” Ethan would have resorted to threats and then seen those threats through if he didn’t get the answers he wanted.

“I don’t know what else to do to get you to trust me enough to open up.” His words shocked me. They weren’t just insightful, they were almost disappointed. Sniper stood andwatched me for a long moment and then he left me along with my cold breakfast and my nonstop thoughts.

I had to tell him the truth, I owed him that much, at least.

I couldn’t let him go into an ambush without knowing the full truth of what I knew, which wasn’t much. I just wish that I’d never gone into the basement that night, had never opened that damn locked door because it was the beginning of hell for me. I couldn’t regret it completely though because I was a doctor, I saved people. It’s what I did and that would never change.

But mentioning what else I knew, knowing the Steel Demons would use it to their advantage, scared me silent. If they found out I was the source of that information, they wouldn’t stop until I was dead.

Then again, neither would Ethan.

Resolved, I sat taller and finished my breakfast and figured out how in the hell I would tell Sniper what he needed to know.

Chapter Twenty

Sniper

“We can’t let this shit stand.” Rebel stood and banged his fist on the table, his face was red with anger. “Those motherfuckers cannot get away with this!” Rebel was fired up, but the truth was that we were all fired up after the information Redneck Jeff shared.

The Black Vultures needed to pay for trying to take one of us out, doubly so for trying to take me out. “Do you have a plan or are you just whining?” Diesel’s lips tugged into a straight line, but amusement sparkled in his eyes.

Rebel flashed a cocky grin and dropped back into his seat, satisfaction written all over his face. “I’m glad you asked.” He looked to Slate and said. “Wedohave a plan.”

Slate nodded. “And we’ve already started executing it.” He watched Diesel and Rocky carefully, increasing the tension in the room as only he could.

“You gonna make him ask for every fuckin’ step,” Rocky grumbled. “Just get to the goddamn plan.”

Slate snickered to himself. “Rebel went back to chat with Redneck Jeff to apologize for our boy Sniper putting a blade to his neck.”

“Don’t need no one apologizing for me,” I muttered.

Rebel rolled his eyes. “It was just an excuse, settle down.” He shook his head and turned back to the room at large. We weren’t at church so this was an unofficial meeting, but everyonewho was available was present. “Anyway I might have let it leak that we were expecting a big shipment of guns from a really important buyer so that we could retaliate on The Black Vultures.”

I smiled. “Redneck Jeff won’t be able to resist selling that information.”

“Exactly,” Slate chimed in. “Thankfully the Shit Can Inn doesn’t protect their Wi-Fi, so it was easy as fuck to listen to every word.”

Diesel, along with the rest of us, sat up straight. “He sold the info to The Black Vultures?”

Slate nodded. “Not just that. He overheard Rebel bitching about us not having enough available men to handle the shipment the way our Prez wanted.”

“Yeah,” Rebel said. “Their Prez was pissed off and worried about our ability to handle such a big deal at that now defunct truck stop behind the old Strip.”

My heart pounded as the plan came into picture. It was the perfect fucking set up. “You think they bought it?”

Rebel nodded. “Once they found out that Falcon died from his injuries, they were foaming at the mouth to catch us while we were at a disadvantage.”

Falcon cleared his throat noisily at that statement.

“Sorry bro,” Rebel said with a grin, and looked around the room before his gaze settled on Diesel. “So?”

“So, tell us this plan you two have concocted.” Diesel mostly looked amused as he sat back and folded his arms.

With a satisfied smile Rebel and Slate tag teamed the details of the plan to retaliate against the Black Vultures. It was a good plan and all that was left was logistics.

“All right,” Diesel began with a serious expression. “Sniper and T-bone will drive the truck we’ll use to receive these nonexistent guns and transport them back to the clubhouse.”

T-bone’s gaze met mine and I nodded.

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