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“A team I can trust.”

I eye him for a moment, an idea forming. “What if I told you I have two men, ex marines, who are also trained law enforcement agents within the military?”

“I’d say give them my damn number yesterday and tell them to call me. We’re understaffed and half the men in the office were Kelson cronies. If I run and make it in, I’ll be doing a clear out.” A smile grows on Moss’s face. “I mean, I can’t rely on the DRMC to take care of all the bad guys.”

“I’ll talk to my men.”

He gives me a nod, then goes back to bagging and tagging bodies, leaving the really messy ones for Roman’s clean up crew. I head toward Pops’ office, jogging a little to catch up to Rhodie and Savage.

“What was that all about?”

“I have a plan forming. If it works out, it’ll be good for all of us.”

Savage’s brow raises. “A plan that involves Moss Davies?”

“Exactly.”

Walking through the door I’m met with at least half the MC. Pops and Chewy are already here, and by the looks of Sniper and his brother, he’s been here since we pulled in. He walks to one of Pops’ handy stainless steel benches, throwing a smallmetal object down. It rattles and spins before settling on the countertop.

“Is that-?”

“It’s a tracker. They’ve known where he’s been the whole time we’ve had him. It’s how they found us.” Sniper says through gritted teeth.

Dex lets out a low whistle as he peers at Sniper’s handiwork, his brother’s arm cut from wrist to shoulder. Moving my gaze from that sack of shit I’m met with Serpiente, who is unconscious on a table, and a snivelling Renae Sullivan, looking not so smug now she has Chewy to contend with.

“Where do we want to start?”

“She’s last.” Chewy grits out, and there’s something bothering her, that I can’t quite put my finger on.

She’s always some level of unhinged, but here, at this moment, she looks like she’s barely hanging on by a thread.

“Can we just get rid of this asshole? I’ve had enough of him and his shit.” Flack says, punching Serpiente’s foot, causing a low long groan.

Renae cries louder until Chewy puts a stop to it, shoving a ball gag into her mouth. “Still want your money now, bitch?” she hisses, using her hand to shove Renae’s face away from her in disgust.

“Sheesh Chewy, what did she ever do to you?” Rider asks, voice light,

“This,” Chewy points, her gaze moving around the room, “piece of shit and her boyfriend over there,” she waves toward Serpiente, who is now somewhat lucid, but in a shit ton of pain, “Are Laney’s biological egg and sperm donors. They want us to pay for the pleasure of being her parents.”

Rhodie is deathly quiet. He stares between Renae and Serpiente, both shrinking under his gaze. He steps up to Renae,tied to a chair with the ball gag in her mouth. He flicks the catch at the back, letting the gag fall into her lap.

“Did you demand my Ol Lady pay you for the daughter you threw away?” he quietly asks in a voice so quiet it sends chills down my spine.

“I-I, no, she misunderstood-”

Rhodie leans closer, his nose squishing her’s into her face. She tries to turn away from his gaze but Chewy is there, her fists in Renae’s dark hair, holding her steady.

“Are you calling my Ol Lady a liar?”

“N-n-, not at all, um-”

Rhodie steps back and the bitch’s shoulders slump.

“So, Serpiente is your husband? Boyfriend?” Rhodie strolls his way and I see the moment Renae realizes that she may have dodged Rhodie’s wrath, but her sick fuck man hasn’t.

“You leave him alone! Let me go, let me go! Baby, don’t tell them shit! Baby, baby, look at me-” she struggles against her restraints, hissing and spitting like a wet cat.

Rhodie yanks him up by the scruff of his neck, pulling him off the table he’s been lying on, letting his body fall to the ground with a yelp. He drags him along the floor, Serpiente’s broken body at odd angles, his breathing shallow, blood still oozing from his leg. Renae’s screams are getting on my nerves, and I’m hoping that Rhodie will put an end to them, and soon.

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