Page 17 of Legacy

Something the Iron Sinners aren’t above, as we’ve shut them down for it in the past.

“If that’s the case, this is going to get messy,” Steel points out. “Dismantling their businesses and intercepting their gun shipments is one thing, but our resources are already stretched for our own people. Taking on however many women the Iron Sinners are holding requires space and money. We don’t have that much room at the safe house.”

“Doesn’t mean we can just leave them there either. If the Iron Sinners are dealing in flesh, we can’t ignore it.” Havoc’s tone has bite.

Nothing puts the members of the club on edge like knowing our rivals have resorted to sex trafficking. But considering the things Havoc saw overseas in the military, and his years spent as sergeant at arms for the club, he’s especially triggered when these conversations come up.

“I’m not saying we ignore it,” Steel assures him. “I’m just saying that if the Iron Sinners are back to their old ways, we need to be prepared to help, or we’re no good to those women.”

“Monroe could tip off the feds if it comes down to it,” Soul suggests. “Let them figure out how to handle the victims while we deal with Titan.”

Tanner Monroe is the club’s lawyer, and his connections with the feds come in handy when we’re frequently getting into hot water with them.

“It’s an option.” Steel nods. “I’m also going to touch base with Victor. The Road Rebels had this issue a few times with the Merciless Skulls in Albuquerque, so I know he’s got connections and people who can help. They owe us.”

Ghost grunts in agreement. He’s still cagey when Albuquerque gets brought up. It’s where he met Luna, and that particular war is a reminder of all the things that came after. He and Luna might be on the other side, but the wounds are raw.

“Keep digging into the bank deposits, and see if you can get any more info on where they’re coming from.” Steel turns from me to Havoc. “And get ready for this to turn bloody.”

Havoc nods, his jaw clenching.

“Get to it.” Steel dismisses the room, and everyone slowly filters out, except for Ghost, who stays seated, watching me.

After he ran a background check on Reagan for me last night, he texted to see how I was holding up. I ignored it but should have known better than to think he’d let it go.

“So, you got yourself a new nanny?” His eyebrow ticks.

“Temporarily.” I narrow my eyes when he smirks. “What did Luna say about her? They seemed to knoweach other pretty well when they saw each other last night.”

“Surprised you care with howtemporaryit is…”

My teeth clench at Ghost’s amusement, but I don’t bother responding to that because it will just add fuel to this shitshow of a fire I’ve got burning.

“Luna knows her from high school.” Ghost shrugs.

“Didn’t know Luna was from Glendale.”

“She’s from lots of places.”

It occurs to me how little I know about the woman my brother’s chosen to spend his life with. I know she grew up in the system, bouncing around foster homes, but that’s about it.

“Luna said Reagan’s good people. But if you want to know more, I’m sure you could ask her.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I brush my hair back off my forehead and stand up. “Maybe I will.”

I won’t.

Ghost knows it.

I know it.

I’ve got nothing against Luna, but it doesn’t matter what she says; I don’t trust people. Especially beautiful, cheery ones who refuse to go away when I tell them to.

“I’ve got to get back to the house. But I’ll catch up with you later.” I stand.

“Girl’s got fire, Jesse,” Ghost says, stopping me as I reach the door. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Trust me, it isn’t.” I shake my head. “We’ve got enough sunshine in Vegas. She can take that fire back to Arizona.”

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