Page 51 of Until Ireland

“Hey,” Cobi said. “I was just about to call you. What’s up?”

“I’ve got Jax and Wes on the line with me,” I muttered. “We’re going in tonight to retrieve Ireland’s bike.”

Cobi blew out a breath. “Haven’t you ever learned not to tell the police what you’re going to do before you do it?”

I smirked. “You’re coming with me.”

“Says who?” Cobi grumbled.

“Me,” Wes stated. His lazy drawl had me biting back a laugh. “We all know what’s going on here, Cobi. Might as well start evening the odds.”

“You don’t even have any information about what happened today,” Cobi said with a rough sigh.

“I’m sure Mack will explain as soon as we give him a second,” Wes replied. “Right, Mack?”

I grunted. “Of course. Not like I’d make you guys go in blind.” So, I relayed what happened and everything Ireland told me. “The fucker needs to be put down, but I’m hoping Cobi does it before I get ahold of him.”

“Still talking to a police officer,” Cobi muttered then admitted, “We’re already casing the business. I brought Jax up to speed, and he has a couple of guys in Nashville checking the place out.”

Good to know. “Well, I want to grab her bike. You willing to put that badge down for the night and help me, or what?” I understood tightening the screws to Cobi wasn’t fair. His reputation preceded him, and telling him straight up I was planning on stealing Ireland’s bike back could complicate an active case.

He exhaled. “Do you know for sure it’s at the auction house?”

He was nibbling at my hook. Perfect. “I have a feeling it’s there. It’s the last place Edgar and Ireland were together.” The same day he beat her because she knew the truth about his business.

“That fucking shit hole,” Wes snarled. “We have history there too.”

Yeah, it completely slipped my mind when I saw the Aston. I should’ve known finding the vehicle was too good to be true, especially in as good of condition the Aston was in. My MC had dealt with Lux when Wes bought a bike for a friend from them. The bike had been in great condition with low mileage. Unfortunately, when his friend went to get the tag for the bike, the motorcycle came up stolen in the system, causing all kinds of shit for the friend and Wes.

“Had I been thinking, I would have passed on the Aston,” I relented. “So, this is, again, my fault.”

“Bullshit,” Wes drawled. “We exacted street justice when we found out about the bike. Should have shut the place down instead. If you’re taking responsibility, I will too.”

Jax cleared his throat before speaking up. “I can make a quick call before we do anything stupid to be sure the bike is there.”

“Perfect,” I stated then gave him the info on the bike. “It’ll be the only restored Triumph.”

“I’ll call you back,” Jax disconnected from our call.

“While he’s doing that, I want you to fill me in on the rest of the shit going on. I won’t walk into this shit blind,” Wes stated.

I did just that. I told him all of what had happened to Ireland, from the cut tires to the broken window and now her bike. I explained what happened after she ended shit with Edgar and the reason why she moved from Nashville to here. “I believe Ireland when she said she thought it was stupid bitches who figured she was competition. There’s painted-over graffiti on the garage, and I’m sure if I asked one of her brothers, they’d explain who vandalized their business. So, I don’t think she had a clue she’d been followed here.”

“I don’t either,” Cobi agreed. “Coincidences happen. There was no reason to suspect her ex would drive an hour away to fuck with her. However, it appears he has.”

“I’d have assumed the same,” Wes added. “We need to shut this auction house down for good and make sure the bastard never sees the light of day again.”

Ditto. Relief replaced the tension radiating through my body. “Then we wait for Jax to make contact before we go in.”

“I’m disavowing any knowledge of this plan,” Cobi said. “It’s easier that way.”

I chuckled. “Good man. I totally understand.”

My phone chimed with an incoming text. “Hold up a second.” I pulled the phone from my ear and opened the attachment. There, sitting next to a group of motorcycles near the back of the lot, was Ireland’s bike. “They found it.”

“Let’s roll,” Wes said before hanging up.

I did the same then shot a text back to Jax affirming the identification of her motorcycle. After checking to make sure Ireland was still sleeping, I went downstairs to grab her a snack. I knew she’d be hungry if she woke alone, so I wanted to be sure she had something to munch on. I also placed a small note beside the bottle of water I brought up with me. I hated lying, but this was business, and I would be bringing her bike back.

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