Page 14 of Chief's Addiction

With a flash of excitement in his eyes, he disappeared back up the stairs.

In minutes everyone was loaded into the vans and Dread had the place rigged to blow.

Dread: Five minutes

Me: Let’s roll

I scrolled down a couple of names and started typing out another message.

Me: Got a situation

Doc: What kind of situation

I glanced back at the women.

Me: the delicate kind

Doc: Be there in twenty

Just as I shoved my phone back in my pocket a massive explosion lit up the night sky behind us. I glanced out the side view mirror as the Talons’ clubhouse erupted into flames

“Zero,” I called into the comm. “Monitor all emergency channels.” We’d been careful not to leave any trace that we’d been there, but it never hurt to keep an ear to the ground.

“On it,” came his reply.

When we finally made it across town to the clubhouse, Doc and the prospects were outside waiting. Morph pulled up close to the door, trying to make things easier.

The back doors opened and I glanced over my shoulder.

“Shit,” Lid swore under his breath.

As I watched my men help the women from the van, a million thoughts were running through my head. Who were the Talons working with? How had we not noticed this shit was happening in our own backyard?

“This is fucked up,” Morpheus said.

“Really fucked up,” I ran a hand over the top of my head. “We need to find Spike.”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

I met his gaze and could see the torment staring back at me.

“This—” he gestured toward the clubhouse “—this changes things. Those sons of bitches were trafficking women right under our noses.”

I clenched my jaw. They sure as fuck had been. And if the Talons were running a trafficking operation in our territory, they had connections. This went beyond their low-level operation.

“Set up a call with Riddick, Viper, and Trojan. They need to know what we found.” It wasn’t usual protocol to drag in the Presidents from the other charters, but if this shit was happening in my backyard, there was a possibility it was happening in theirs too.

“What about Tacoma and Denali?”

Fuck.

Tacoma was the president of the Kings and he ran shit in the panhandle. And Denali was running shit in St. Louis. With the Bastard Saints just patching over a couple of weeks ago, they would need to be briefed too.

“Yeah. Reach out to everyone.”

While Morpheus pulled out his phone and started making calls, I headed inside to check on our guests.

I had barely stepped through the door when Bubbles was on me. “Two of them are talking. They’re from all over, Chief. Georgia, Louisiana, South Carolina, there’s even one from North Dakota.”

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