Page 14 of Property of Madman

“I meant for chicks. I can’t force information out of that female.”

I glance at the ceiling before pinning my gaze on Spade. People open up to him about everything, and he has a calming presence. “Spade, get what you can out of her.”

“Consider it done. Reign and I will handle it.”

“War, Havoc, you two go with them for backup in case this woman escapes again, and for the love of God, let her out of the cage and off the property as soon as you get any information out of her. If Audrey or the kids see this shitshow, all hell will break loose.”

“You making her an ol’ lady? Sounding more and more like a wife at home, brother.” Silver questions.

My brow shoots up, “No, it sounds like club business about to touch our civilian business, which is a no-fucking-go. You feel me?”

He nods, with a grunt of agreement. He’s an idiot for questioning me. Having Audrey as an ol’ lady is a dream. One I’m not dumb enough to think could ever be true. I would love it, she’d hate it.

“The woman from the jail, Maria, we know she has a sister. Let’s find out if the woman in the barn has any relation and make sure she’s not a worried sister looking for her missing family before we automatically assume she’s conspiring against us. Wealso have that dead woman they found on the Wilson’s property. Again, she could be related to or a friend of the dead girl.”

Shadow suddenly interrupts, “Fuck, what if she’s a reporter? War, did you lock up a fucking journalist?”

“Fuuuck,” Havoc draws the word out, his eyes bugging at Shadow’s question.

War shakes his head. “I’ve seen plenty of those types; she’s not one of ‘em.”

“How can you be so sure?” Brass asks.

“Because this little Latina was all tatted up, she’s fine as fuck, just wait until you see her.”

I comment, “So that’s why she got the drop on you, you were too busy being pussy-ma-tized to have your guard up.”

War bristles, but keeps his thoughts to himself. The brother knows I’m right, as I usually am. “Alright, we have no update on anything at this point. Kilo, have you heard why these women have shown up around here? Anyone purposefully sending them our way?”

He shakes his head, “Our relationships are still strong. We haven’t pissed anyone off that I know of. If another club or the mafia is stirring up shit, nobody’s saying shit about it.”

“Death? Smoke?” I question, my gaze landing on them, hoping they have something to give me.

Smoke shakes his head, “I followed the other woman I found, but she got into a car and drove off as fast as she could.”

“Did you get a license number?”

He shakes his head. I was too busy trying to find out what kind of car it was. Something old, a copper color with no vehicle badges. I’ve been online when I’m not doing other shit, trying to find the make and model. Haven’t seen her since. It was obvious she’d parked her car down the road, though. She was too far away from it to make it a coincidence.”

Death cracks his knuckles before saying, “The dead chick’s name is Lindsey Brooker. She was twenty-four years old. No kids, but was married. Came from a good family, but it seems she may’ve been estranged from them.”

“Anything to tie her to the club?” She ended up at the funeral home, and Death’s cousin is the funeral home director. It’s good to have contacts in certain places when you’re in an MC.

He shakes his head. “I only found out that much about her because I know a guy from the same town as her.” The brother seems to know someone from everywhere. He’s a true nomad in the sense that he’s been all over the place before settling here. He continues, “I’ve been meaning to get with Reign, I’m sure he can dig up more.”

“Brother,” Reign acknowledges, nodding in agreement.

“As far as Breeders' business, anyone have shit to add? How did this week go?”

“Pretty sure I knocked up Rachel Cunningham,” King supplies.

“Yeah, I’d say Leslie Johnson is good as well,” Tinman smirks.

I roll my eyes at both of their cocky asses. “Spade, did Doc think the same?”

He shrugs, “You know how it is, she always says to wait three weeks and she’ll let us know the bloodwork results, once our nurse collects them.”

“Alright, business as usual. Keep me updated, every one of you. I want answers. I don’t like having too much shit all up in the air, and right now, that’s exactly what it is. We have problems coming at us from every direction, and it’s bad for business, not to mention the heat it brings on KOAMC.” At my parting words, I slam the gavel down. The echo in the room, signifying the end of Church.

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