Page 76 of Unveiled Wounds

“I want Diego Lopez gone.” All our heads turned to face Sabre. “You heard me,” he said to all of us.

“We can’t, Prez,” Cyph spoke up. “Not yet.”

“What’s up?” Sabre asked him.

“I already looked for Pumpkin’s birth certificate. There isn’t one, and I searched everywhere I could think of. There are no doctor’s visits, no hospital records, nothing.” He slid a folder over to me. “I already figured out how to register one through the system for her. I just need her name and when you want her birthday. Also, Buster hasn’t changed her last name, so there are forms in there if she wants me to take care of it.”

I thanked him, a little overwhelmed.

“Do you know, Prez?” Cyph asked Sabre.

Sabre nodded. “It’s okay. Tell them.”

“They found Fuckface floating in a lake, dickless. Flo’s a widow, and the bank is in a tizzy. They can’t go after Flo, because she’s not involved, and they’re not sure they can even collect the dirty money. They can’t find it. Chances are good, they’ll let her go and take the loss.” Cyph rubbed his knuckles on his club cut. “I found the offshore accounts.”

“What about Meredith?” I chimed in. There was always more.

“That’s why we can’t kill Diego.”

“She’s not—“ I growled.

“I know,” Cyph said. “I’m just telling you. They can’t get Flo, so they want Buster. The bank is throwing out as many big words as they can. Fraud. Warrants. Criminal charges. It’s stupid.”

“After breakfast, we’ll have a meeting in my office with Emily.” Sabre reached over, gripping my forearm. His message was simple: we wouldn’t let Meredith suffer for Brandon’s fuckups. “What about Diego?”

“They’d rather make the example out of Buster. It could be years before they get anywhere near Diego, and that’s assuming he doesn’t head south of the border. Either way, it’s harder for them to collect.”

“I feel like there’s a way we can fix all of this with some planning, but fuck if I know how. We’ll pick this up after breakfast. If we need the club, I’ll call an emergency church this afternoon.”

Sabre stood in front of his chair while the brothers filed out. “You took that well,” he whispered to me.

“They won’t see Emily coming, with Cyph’s help.” It was the only thought that made me feel better.

“I think so, too.” He smacked me on the back as we followed the breakfast smells towards the main room.

Chapter 29

The Brandon Chapter is Closed

Meredith

I hummed the funeral march as I entered Sabre’s office. Grace and I had been told there were some updates at breakfast, and the mood had instantly shifted. There was something sinister lingering in the air, and this was the last place I wanted to be. Sabre’s office made me uncomfortable. Family, my ass. I felt like I was being walked to my execution.

“You’re not dying today, baby.” Grizz chuckled, leaning forward to nip at my ear. He was sadly mistaken if he thought he was getting any right now. Although, I tucked away the idea of using Sabre’s office for a later time.

“Let’s get this inquisition over.” Grace flopped down in the chair nearest Sabre’s desk.

“What’s with the two of you? You’re both doom and gloom.” Sabre moved the other chair as close as he could to Grace’s before he sat down. Grizz guided me to the couch, sitting in the corner, letting me curl up against him.

“We’re both here, which means the bank has reared its ugly head.” Grace shot Sabre a look.

“Yes, but there are a few other things that need to be discussed first. The first one’s easy: Scrub wants to run Pumpkin’s DNA against his and JR’s. I don’t have a problem with it, and neither does Grizz, but we told him the two of you would have to agree.”

“Why would Scrub use his?” I asked. I looked up at Grizz for clarification.

“Clara showed up at our…” Grizz was having a hard time finding the right word. He’d pick one, but when he went to say it, he’d stutter, repeating the cycle.

“They have a tit show, Mer,” Grace filled in after a few rounds.

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