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Silver sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair before saying, “I reached out to Dexter in Louisiana. Brother knows everyone, especially since he’s always sewing people up and shit. Folks like to talk while he’s fixing them up, but even he hasn’t heard about what’s going down. He was my best asset,too. Not sure who I can try next. Told him we’d ask Kilo to send him some pills and other medical supplies for checking around.”

I nod, “Not a problem. Kilo?”

“On it, Prez. Silver, let your boy know it’ll be on the next run. I’m headed his way soon anyhow, so it works.”

King narrows his eyes; a deep frown etched on his mouth. “No one seems to have a fucking clue about who could be putting any heat on us from the north. I hit up Powerhouse, they just patched over to the Oath Keepers. I didn’t tell them our business, just checked in if they had any northern enemies we should be wary of.”

Death’s hand clenches into a fist as he speaks next. “Talked to my Nomad buddy Hunter from the VII Knights MC out in Cali, as well as Bash, the VP, from Kings of Carnage, Alabama. They had nothing for me either.”

I’d already hit up Ares, the president of the OG Oath Keepers chapter, as well as Tyrant, the VP of the Kings of Carnage, Georgia. They all said the same thing to me, too. No one knows shit. No one this far south is beefing with Canadians right now, but I know someone somewhere has to know something. There are far too many drugs that are sent across that border up there to keep them innocent forever.

Reign waits until everyone’s finished before he opens his mouth. “I have a lead.” All of our attention shoots to our techy brother, waiting for him to continue. “Once I was able to hack into thesender's account, I was able to monitor their other banking activity. I picked up on one transfer in particular.”

He pauses, and I’m ready to strangle his ass for making us wait. “Reign,” I grit his name out lowly, “Tell us.”

“It was to our business account.”

“What the fuck?”

“How?” Brass questions.

“Bullshit,” Death grumbles.

“Some motherfucker wants to die,” War growls.

“What the fuck, Reign?” I repeat.

“I know, fuck. I felt the same way when I saw the link, too. However, because of it, I was able to make a connection to us. The sender is Remington George Winthrop, the fifth, from Canada. Ring any bells?” He finishes, glancing around the table.

Everyone appears lost as I am, but the name grates on me. Not everyone just up and names their kids long, drawn-out, pompous names, unless…kids.No way. “Motherfucker,” I hiss. Reign nods, urging me to continue as I connect the dots. “A year ago, we had a Brandy Wine Winthrop as a client. I remember the husband was too angry to tour our facility and wouldn’t fly down with her. On the trip back to the plane after her first breeding session-”

I’m cut off as Spade speaks up, “I drove her. I remember now, she was near hysterics on a call to her father. I overheard her explain that her husband wasn’t taking the fertility treatments well and she wanted to come home.”

“Ho-ly shit!” Tinman bursts out, eyes wide.

Spade continues, “Yeah, I felt bad for her, I really did. Her father told her no; she was to return to her husband.”

“I can’t believe this shit,” Brass comments. “I doubt her husband had big enough balls to take care of this shit on his own, so who would he hire?”

Getting to my feet, the room quiets, as everyone’s attention is brought back to me. “Give me a few minutes to make a phone call,” I say, noticing several furrowed brows as I leave Church and head for my room, grabbing my cell. I know exactly who I need to call.

I dial Chainsaw up at the Maine chapter first to see if they’re all at the clubhouse, but he doesn’t answer. Next up is Solo, the president. I’ve known him for years at this point, but I rarely get to see him in person. We’re just too damn far away from each other, and I don’t want to freeze my ass off up there in bum fuck Egypt, just like he doesn’t want to sweat his off down here. However, I just spoke to him before we went to the Hamptons. He was going to be our backup if shit hit the fan and we needed someone nearby. Now, here I am, calling him again with more shit,already.

I better watch it, or soon enough I’m going to have multiple chapters knocking on my door, callin’ in favors owed.

Chapter 17

AUDREY

Ihang up, heart thundering in my chest from the call I just received. It was the authorities letting me know John’s beenfound.

Dead.

Deep down, I knew it was a possibility. Gavin told me I’d never have to worry about John and his coercion again. He’d threatened to keep my daughter from me. What was I supposed to do? He’d crossed a line we could never come back from, and he’d paid the consequences in the end.

I’m still in shock. Gavin literally killed a man for me. Not just for me, but to make sure our child was okay. How can I sit here and rationalize death? To think that killing someone is okay? But we all have our limits, right? The point where something becomes too much and a price must be paid. I should be outraged right now. Terrified, maybe even sick over it.

I’m not.

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