Page 24 of Tuesday

Pops and Mad Dog share a look. I’m pretty sure they’re both confused. I am too.

“But that’s not a competition,” I say, “There is no clear winner.” I tilt my head to the side.

“Well, seeing as they both like to pose, the winner will be whoever holds the pose longest,” Vi grins.

“That sounds easy as shit,” Pops scoffs.

“Well, we’ll see, won’t we?” Jules grins, kissing Vi on the top of her head.

Hmmm, I think there may be more to this posing than I once thought, especially with the way Jules and Vi are grinning and chuckling between themselves. Darting my eyes back to Pops and my grandfather-in-law, I watch as they share a look.

“Set it up,” Pops says with a decisive nod.

“Great, now that we have that sorted and I’m going to have a class full of kids in my clubhouse that no one actually fucking ran by me, can we please talk about the bitch we have in the Rev Room?” Marx grumbles.

“Oh yeah, forgot about her in all the excitement,” I say. I mean, it wasn’t hard to forget about her. She is of no use to me anymore.

“Tell us what she knows,” he nods.

“It’s not much. She’s the face of the whole set up. She’s damn loaded, and all that through offshore accounts and shell corporations. But she’s not the brains or the person who set that up. She works for some guy named Tito Caram -”

“What the fuck?” Sniper booms, stomping his way closer to where I’m standing.

My head tilts sideways as I take in his posture. He’s breathing heavily, brows lowered, fists clenching at his sides. “Sniper, do you know Tito Caram?”

“On the streets he’s known as ‘Serpiente’,” he grits out. “He’s a known acquaintance of the Cordoza Cartel. Roman fucking said he’d handled them,” Sniper growls, spinning to look at Marx.

I nod, Roman did say that. When the shit hit the fan with Blanche and Eden’s Keep, Roman went in and cut the head off the Cordoza Cartel, taking out the leaders and leaving the seven-year-old son. Marx’s jaw ticks with the revelation that perhaps not everyone was taken care of.

“Ana?”

Ana steps forward from where she had been standing leaning against the bar with Gus.

“On it, Marx,” she raises a finger, cell phone to her ear already.

“Anything else I should know, Chewy?” Marx asks, brow raised.

“That’s all she knows. Tito brought her on to act as the face of the company. Single older woman with fertility issues that can relate to the families that want to adopt? She’s perfect. Slowly over time Tito ‘promoted her’ into running the baby farms and keeping the kids in another facility that she’d check on or lead tours for prospective parents. Said she knew it was wrong but the money was good. Oh, and she’s not the only one. He has this same setup in states all along the I-10 corridor.”

Marx pinches between his brows and takes a deep breath. I get it, the last thing we need is more trouble. “She got a way to contact this Tito?”

“Already cloned her phone. He’s been sending non stop messages since after the raid the other night. Instructions telling her to ship the kids to the other locations and to clear out the accounts but he’s been radio silent the past 3 and a half hours,” I answer.

Marx runs a hand over his beard. “Do me a favor?” I nod at Marx. I’d do anything for him. He’s my Pres. “Get rid of the bitch.”

“Sir, yes sir!” I salute as he rolls his eyes. “Girl Gang?” All my girls stand, handing the babies over to their fathers or grandfathers. “Let’s do this!”

Rhodie

“This feels weird as shit,” Rider complains.

He’s not wrong. We have a guest in the back shed, and yet all the MC men are sitting in the common room with kids running around. Prospect picked up the big kids half an hour ago, so Sage is busy changing all the babies one by one while the bigger little kids are fucking around with some contraption Elio is building.

“Here, Uncle Gus. Jr is all cleaned up and probably ready for his nap.”

“Thanks Sweetheart,” Gus replies, taking his son down the hall to the room we turned into a nursery. So far we have four cribs in there and a toddler bed for Laney. Finding out she wasn’t a tiny baby helped me relax into my role. Little babies like Juno, Bee, Jr and Rosie scare me some.

Mad Dog drops down next to me on the couch, giving Laney’s hand a squeeze. She smiles up at him and holds her hands out so I transfer her over to my dad’s bulky arms.

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