Page 34 of Rebel

His brows dipped. “What were they looking for?”

I shrugged. “Even she doesn’t know. Nikki’s a radio host, not a journalist.” I thought about what they were looking for a lot and I came up empty.

“You sure?”

I nodded. “She was as confused as anyone. She thought they were storming the station to take her.” The look on her face was one I wouldn’t forget soon.

“Come on. Let’s see if Slate has any ideas.”

I followed Rocky into the office where Slate worked at his computer one handed, the other gripped a bag of cheese puffs. At the other end was Maverick, Gio, and Hollywood. “Don’t you fuckers have women to go home to?”

Gio grinned over his shoulder and flipped me off. “Some of us have work to do.”

“Our boy here was busy beating the shit out of a few Blood Fangs.” Rocky patted me on the back. “And has some info.”Rocky glanced at me and nodded, encouraging me to share my news.

I gave them a brief rundown. “Nikki doesn’t know what they were looking for. Other than the one social media post, she hasn’t actually looked into the dirty councilman.”

“And that fucker is really dirty,” Slate offered around a mouthful of cheesy trash. “He’s not taking payoffs from the Blood Fangs MC, he’s actually the co-owner on several of their business, including brothels and a gun shop. My guess is he’s also got his fingers in the pot on some of their black market businesses.” He pressed a few buttons and pulled up some documents on the big screens. “He’s done fuck all to hide that he’s working with known criminals. It’s sloppy and stupid, which makes him an easy mark.”

“Easy marks are also stupid and weak. He’ll break easily and tell us everything we need to know about the Blood Fangs if we apply the right pleasure.” Hollywood shrugged. “A few threats and he might roll over.”

“Maybe, but the only thing worse than a man with power is a man with just a little bit of power who thinks he’s untouchable.” I shrugged. “He thinks he’s got more juice than he does, which makes him stupid, and stupid is always a threat.”

“Agreed,” Hawk groaned. “We could just drain their accounts and kill them.”

It wasn’t a bad idea, but it was unlike Hawk, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The entire room fell silent at his words.

“What? Fuck,” he growled. “Sorry. Sort of. I’m tired as fuck. Laura is pregnant and all she wants to do is fuck and eat,which would be great if she didn’t want to eat weird shit in the middle of the night.”

We all laughed at his misery.

“You might be tired as fuck, but it’s not a bad idea.” Diesel stood in the doorway with a serious expression on his face. “Did you forget my invite?”

Slate caught him up on the latest details. “We’re just throwing out ideas.”

Diesel’s gaze landed on me. “Nikki all right?”

I gave a short nod. “Shaken up but otherwise okay. I don’t know what the fuck they think she knows or has on them.”

“Maybe they’re trying to get the name of that caller who kind of kickstarted all of this.” Slate smiled at me. “You know, the night you called in?”

Shit. “That’s a good point, but Nikki doesn’t know anything about her callers other the name they give her producer.” And even that could be a phony name. “I wonder what this is really about.”

“Dude, don’t be so naïve. The Blood Fangs got a good thing going on with a politician who’s probably keeping them out of trouble. They won’t let anyone, or anything get in the way of that. Not even a little bit of harmless gossip that gets actual journalists interested in the story.” Slate pointed to the screens. “Three different stories in the past week alone. Print and digital news.”

Shit. “Which means they might just straight up retaliate?”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” he nodded. “These fuckers are twisted, they might go after her just because they’re fixated on her now.”

“Stick close,” Diesel advised. “Where is she now?”

“At home. Pike is looking after her.” I was desperate to get back to her.

“Good. I want to talk to the Sheriff, see what he can offer. You can come with me.” My Prez wasn’t asking so I simply nodded.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Don’t worry lover boy,” Maverick laughed. “I’ll send Grace over to keep your woman company. Sophie has to be close to her daughter’s age, right?”

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