Page 44 of Boulder's Weight

There's something about female presidents that makes them twice as intimidating as the men.

Maybe it's because they've had to be twice as tough to earn the position. "I need you for surveillance duty. This Andrés fucker is becoming more than just an annoyance."

I stand a little taller. "Whatever you need, Prez."

"Good," she says, her eyes evaluating me. "You and Brick are gonna watch the café. Keep eyes on everyone who comes and goes. I want to know if Andrés shows his face, but don't engage. Just observe and report back."

I nod, feeling like this could be my chance to prove myself to the club, to show that I'm more than just the prospect who fucks and fights.

And if it means keeping an eye on the café where Kelsey works, well, that's just a bonus I'm not going to examine too closely.

I want as much intel as possible before I start. "Got it. What else can you tell me about this Andrés’ guy?"

Amara's lips curl into a cold smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "He thinks he has power in this city. Walks around like he owns the streets. But he's just a cockroach that we're going to smash."

Razor looks at Axel and Python before turning back to Amara.

There's a moment of silence between the Enforcer and Road Captain, the kind that comes from years of being in the life. "He's the cockroach, but… could he be Sally's cockroach?"

The name sends a chill through the air.

I've heard enough about Sally Bernard to know she's bad news.

Mother of Seraphina—Turmoil's old lady from the Las Vegas charter.

Sally’s husband was killed by the club years ago, and she's been on a warpath for revenge ever since.

She’s the kind of woman who'd burn down the world if it meant the club would suffer.

The cunt even killed Seraphina’s grandfather recently, just as a way to hurt her daughter. She’s a fucking sociopath.

"That's what we need to find out," Amara says grimly. "Sally's psychotic. She'll do anything to hurt this club. She's already failed to take down the Montana and Vegas charters, so now she's setting her sights on us. She thinks we’re easier to fuck with, but we’re not."

"Perfect," Axel says sarcastically, spitting on the ground. "Just what we fuckin’ needed."

I think about Kelsey again, about our fight earlier today.

The way her eyes blazed when I confronted her about lying to me."I'm not on vacation, I moved here, okay?"

The words echo in my mind, along with how defensive she got.

She escaped the States for a reason—to run away from her family, and now she's potentially in danger because of club business.

I put the peices together pretty quickly. "So this Andrés dude could be working for Sally?"

"It's possible," Amara confirms, leaning against her bike. "Which is why we need eyes on the café. Astra hired that new girl?—"

"Kelsey," I supply automatically, then mentally kick myself for showing my hand.

Amara raises an eyebrow at me, a knowing look crossing her face. "Yeah, Kelsey. Tara from Montana recommended her highly. Said she's reliable, a good worker."

That catches my attention.

Tara's connection to Kelsey makes sense given they worked together at Tart, but there seems to be more to it.

Why would Tara specifically recommend her for a position in Mexico?

And how did Kelsey end up here, of all places, after our hookup in Montana?

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