Page 32 of The Devil's Redemption

Royce stares at the smoke dancing from the end of his cigarette as he considers Stone’s suggestion. A moment passes before he nods toward Konstantine, passing the conversation to his VP.

“Crew wasn’t so far up in the ranks that he was privy to Jasper’s personal life. However, there were a few grievances he discovered from some of Jasper’s men. Men who used to be closer to him, until they were no longer of value.”

“But valuable enough not to kill.” SoCo adds. It’s eerie how much like a sociopath SoCo can act sometimes.

“Exactly. Jasper didn’t necessarily want them around, but he needed to keep them to use as pawns in other ways. Either as leverage, to trade them for secrets, or to offer them up as retribution when another club felt they’d been wronged by Death’s Road.”

“I wouldn’t think Jasper would let anyone live who would deliver that kind of grievance,” I state.

“Normally he wouldn’t. But there were a few clubs or gangs that he could still use to get what he wanted. So he would appease them by offering up one of his members, or killing a member in front of them. Anyway, Crew was able to identify a couple of these members and get some more crucial pieces of information.”

I breathe a sigh of relief at our first break in a week of searching.

“He’s originally from Michigan. Close to Detroit. We reached out to our charter up there. Silver, he’s the president of that charter, was able to get his guys to do some digging for us. He hasn’t been spotted anywhere recently, but his old gang is still around. He fucked them over before fleeing town and joining the MC, so they were more than willing to assist the Bastards in finding him.”

If they’re about to tell us we need to share Jasper’s extermination with even more people, I’m not going to stand for it. It’s bad enough the Bastards get to have a hand in it.

“Don’t worry. They know they won’t have a hand in our retribution,” Konstantine assures me. He must have seen the look on my face. I didn’t realize I was no longer in control of my expression.

I nod to him before he continues.

“As soon as we have any helpful information, I’ll be sure to reach out to your club.”

“You can reach out to me directly,” I instruct him. “I’ll pass the information along.”

Konstantine looks to Stone for approval, but I don’t need to have eyes on Stone to know he’s going to give it. This ismyretribution. The sound of a phone vibrating catches my attention, and I watch as Royce turns his over to read the message.

“Lunch is ready. We don’t have any more information than that at this time, so let’s go enjoy a meal together before you head on down the road.”

As a group, we stand and let the Bastards lead us back through the house. For the first time in a week, I’m able to sit and enjoy a meal, knowing the ball is finally rolling on Jasper’s whereabouts. It’s exactly the kind of information I needed to bring home to Sasha.

Chapter Thirteen

Pullinginto the garage at the clubhouse has never felt better.

As I dismount my bike, I hear Stone call me.

“Blade.”

“Yeah?” I answer walking over to him.

“I uh…” he looks around, waiting for the other guys to go inside before he continues. “I wanted to say something to Sasha. Tell her that I’m sorry for overreacting when you first brought her here.”

I highly doubt Sasha would want to see him on a good day let alone while she’s recovering. Although she does know that Stone was a huge help in rescuing her. That’s got to count for something.

“Let me talk to her. See how she’s feeling and whether or not she’s up for company. Deal?”

“Sounds good, brother.”

Nodding, I turn for the door and hurry into the clubhouse.

“Hey, Bon.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and give her a quick squeeze on my way to Sasha’s room.

When I step into the infirmary, I stop dead when I realize Sasha isn’t in her bed. I turn around, my eyes scanning the room for Hawk.

“Bon, you seen Hawk?”

“I think he’s down—” as soon as she starts talking, I see him walk up from the basement.

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