Page 59 of Unveiled Wounds

“How did you know?” Cyph put Wreck in the hot seat.

Both of them sealed their lips, eyes blazing at each other. Neither wanted any more information divulged.

“Alright.” Sabre brought the attention back to him. He quickly told them about the conversation with Krait, not leaving any detail out.

“I already looked. There are no cameras on the building. In fact, there’s no active network, which is why Krait needs the client list,” Cyph said, laying out satellite images over the ID pictures. “It’s right outside of Bently.”

“Fucking flowers. I’m going to have to take allergy pills.” Op scrunched his nose, not thrilled at the prospect.

“It looks like one side has Larkspur in bloom, so at least they’ll be some coverage.” Cyph pointed east of the warehouse.

“We’ll need somewhere to leave our bikes. The first customer doesn’t show until midnight, so I thought we could send the prospects in with the truck,” Sabre said.

“This is the road that runs through the flower fields.” Op traced his finger down the image. “We could leave them at the all-night grocery store, hop in the back of the truck, and get dropped off in the Larkspur?”

There was a low roar as the brothers talked among themselves.

“Say this works, and we drop off the drugs before the sun comes up. We won’t be able make the trip back. It’ll be too suspicious, and any cop out that early will want to pull us over,” How said. He had a point, and no one volunteered a solution.

I threw my head back and laughed, every brother watching me. “Meredith’s condo. It’s finally going to be good for something.” I tried to explain, but I couldn’t contain the laughter. I waited a minute until I could get myself back under control. “The condo still has all of her shit. Once we drop off, we can hole up there, pack her up, and head back the next day. We’ll have the truck to transport her things, so if we get stopped on the way back, we’ll just say we’re moving my wife.”

There was a light chuckle that floated around the room. They didn’t find it as funny as I had, but they also didn’t understand the irony. I’d worried for months that one day, I’d come back to the clubhouse, and she’d be gone. The more I thought about it, the more the condo was perfect to lay low for revenge.

“It’s not a bad idea, and we can stop at Aunt E’s and survey the damage.” Sabre bounced in his chair.

“Uh, Prez?” Twig said, raising his hand.

“Yeah, Twig.”

“Berry and I said nothing because by the time we trailed the SUVs, it was obvious they were cartel. They headed to the building where we left Flo’s fucking ex, and once they pulled into the underground parking garage, we lost sight of them.”

“No one’s faulting you for not getting any good intel.” Sabre acknowledged both men.

“That’s the thing, Prez. Gerry walked out the front door to his car, and then we followed him to a hotel.”

“I went in and talked with the clerk at the front desk. He’d been there a week and asked them to extend his stay indefinitely,” Berry followed up.

“Motherfucker,” Sabre and I said at the same time.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Sabre asked me.

“No fucking clue, but I don’t like it. We haven’t heard from him since Christmas.” I’d honestly thought that had been the end. Gerry would show up for holidays, maybe a phone call for a birthday, but nothing more than superficial fucking bullshit.

“He has to be in the cartel’s pocket again. This time, we’re not bailing him out, but we need to tell the women so that they’re safer. I’ll talk to Grace. You talk to Meredith.”

I nodded, agreeing. Meredith would be more hurt her father was back to his old ways than she would be about the club not offering him help. She’d ask questions about his motives, but I wouldn’t have answers.

“I’ll speak to Elizabeth,” Thunder interjected. Every eye in the room turned towards him. “She helped Gerry raise those girls, and she has a right to know what a fuck-up he is.” Thunder hadn’t tried to claim Aunt E, but he had been acting like her old man for a while. She wasn’t in any position to be in a relationship, but as long as he kept it to board games, no one said anything.

Sabre nodded at him. “This changes everything. I was planning on leaving the women here during our scheduled bonfire. Now, I’m not so sure. Do we even have safe houses anymore?”

“I have the addresses for them, but who knows what condition they’re in,” Pretty answered. As our secretary, he would know.

“Would it be too obvious if they flew to New York as a group?” Zook asked, stroking his beard. “Emily still has her apartment, and there’s enough room. They could all camp out.”

“I’m not worried. I can protect girlie pop wherever you want them to land,” Dead started, nodding towards me. “Safe houses are nice, but if we show up all at once, it’s like sending a smoke signal into the air. If I had my choice, I’d stay here, and if we have to, we can outfit the vault for a short-term stay.”

“Speaking of which, I’m too recognizable.” Count wrapped his hand around one of his blue spikes. “I have no problem staying behind as the only executive, and I can check in with Emily, since she won’t have a guard.”

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