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“The man was not wanting to give anything extra, but Tank got him talking. It seems this Mark Milanas wants to start himself a trafficking ring. He’s eager to get a full take on how well the date rape drug works. Then he can drug and have his men test out the goods before they are sold on,” Graham is snarling, and anyone can see he’s about ready to burst out of his skin with anger and disgust.

I grit my teeth so hard it is a wonder I don’t crack the molars, but I can hear the disgust and pure rage from my brothers. Colton can’t seem to sit any longer, and he shoots to his feet. “I want in on torturing these fuckers. I’ve heard where two live and I’m ready to drag them to Nell’s and feed the gators a hearty meal.”

Pres shakes his head, looking at Colton. “It’s okay, Colton. You’ll get to share in the fun. Now, take a seat.”

The calm way Pres spoke to Colton has all of us looking at him with more than a little interest. That is not the normal reaction we’d expect from him. However, when you look closely at Axel, the man, and not the Pres, you can see he is past angry and only holding himself together by a thread.

“By next week’s church, I want all the information of who is involved, where they are and when would be the best time to strike. I want this motherfucking Mark taken down, and I’ll hand him to Jaws myself if necessary.” Turning once more Pres looks at Graham. “Anything else?”

“Well, it seems he thinks he is capable of taking down Vitale…” Before Graham can continue, the room is in an uproar, and I mean with laughter. If this idiot wants to push Vitale, I’m more than happy to sit back and watch it happen.

“If you want a piece of Mark, you’ve got to get to him before Vitale does. He is aware now because Nell contacted him last evening and filled him in. To say he wasn’t happy would be an understatement, but he was on top of the world, as somehow, during the conversation, he got Nell to say yes to a date.” Graham throws his head back, laughing, “Honest to goodness, Nell’s face was like a deer caught in the headlights when Vitale quickly cut the call. She hadn’t realized what she had said yes to for a moment, and when she did, she went into cursing mode and stormed outside.”

“You want in if we find this fucker?” Pres asks Graham.

“Of course, so do Richie and Tank. Nell is happy to get rid of the evidence. In fact, she mumbled something about cutting off balls to push into a rectum, and a dick to shove down a throat.” Graham has a lopsided grin on his face at the memory of the incident.

“Graham, keep us updated and we’ll do the same. Buzz and Drag are going to be on top of all the information we get. Come round next week for church and we’ll put everything out for how and what we are going to do.” Pres shakes hands with Graham, and the latter exits church, closing the door quietly behind him.

“I want everyone to get every single thing you can about this asshole, and every one of his men. I don’t care who, or what they are, they are living on borrowed time. Forest, get reports ready to cover our asses, and Chaos do your thing with the ladies to see what they know.” Axel gives Wings a dirty look when hecomplains he has more women to speak to than Chaos, as the ladies love him more. The bickering begins and everyone enjoys the stress relief it’s achieving. “Anyone got any other business?” Axel asks while hiding the smirk he is struggling to hold back.

“We need to look at the fight ring again. We’ve not had anyone at the underground ring lately, but we helped Gaz get away from them. He’s now in the UK and won’t be coming back. But we need to get into this because I have a feeling this Mark is more than likely trying to recruit men there.” Knuckles is waiting for Pres’ reaction.

“Who are you thinking of going in as a fighter?” Pres asks.

“I’ll do it.” Colton shoots to his feet once more, and once more, I drag him back down.

“Hey, I’ll do it. I’m older than you, and I used to be more involved with it than you, too.” Fist grins, knowing full well he’s annoying shit out of Colton.

Wings speaks out, “I’ll do it. I can take any of the fuckers down.”

“I’ll do it, too, and I’ve been fighting longer than you, Colton,” I snap.

“Yeah, me too,” Chaos adds.

“Fist, Wings, Mav, and Chaos, you’re up. Colton, you pretend to be their manager. Knuckles, you are the support person in any way needed.” Pres is not grinning as he has his eyes on Colton.

“Manager, fuck, yeah… You four have to listen to me now,” Colton chuckles, claps his hands, then rubs them together as though he’s won gold.

“Okay, keep me updated. Fuck off and have a decent day. But by next week I want a full report on everything. This Mark and his band of idiots, and the fighting ring.” Pres smacks the gavel down then points at Knuckles, “Me and you need a conversation in my office about teaching my twins shit that is stressing Mia out.”

Knuckles and all of us know it’s about the incident where the twins were kissing and dry humping. I have to admit I keep having a chuckle each time I think about it.

CHAPTER SEVEN

-:- BLAKE -:-

The comment from Bitty regarding Franklin has me searching through the paperwork I have tucked away safely, with my late husband’s birth and death certificates.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I find the DNA paperwork. With my eyes, I scan every word, looking for anything that seems out of place. If this is a forgery, which it has to be, if what Bitty said is true, then there has to be a way of finding that out.

As it’s Monday morning I have little time as I have to leave for work in a few minutes, so this will be my chore once I get home this evening. Placing the paperwork in the top drawer of the dresser in the hallway, I pick up my jacket and head out of the house.

The walk to work will take me twenty-five minutes, so I don’t have time to waste. I’m looking forward to working in this job. It is a nice place and has a great reputation. The boss, Liam, seemed friendly and I think I will get along with him well.

Arriving at work, I walk into the shop and smile at Liam. “Good morning,” I quickly say as I reach the end of the counter.

“Morning, Blake. Come on into the kitchen. I have to ask you to work in the kitchen today, as we are going to be busy. Mondays are usually quiet, but a group of ladies have booked three tables. They are elderly and we never rush them as they come in once a month and have their knitting circle meeting here.” Liam gives me a pained look, and I can’t help the smile that appears at the thought.

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