Page 62 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

The man’s in too much pain to answer her, whimpering rather than opening his mouth. “Now you need to answer,” Dusty orders. “Whydo you keep comingafter us?”

When he doesn’t answer, Elise pushes her way in and slaps him across the face. “Talk,” she demands.

Still, he says nothing—well, he says nothing until Dusty steps up to the chair. She bends forward, pressing her thumb into the bullet wound until he shrieks in pain. “Talk,” she orders him while grinding her thumb harder against his thigh. Then she turns to us. “Got this technique from Greer.”

I choke out a laugh, unable to picture beautiful Greer—mama to Tasha, Ace, and the new little one, sultry wife to the gorgeous, totally badass Sarge—using this technique on anybody.

“Jack Dunham,” he finally says. “We have a contract with Jack Dunham. We’re supposed to end the Horde… Take out anyone who comes to their aid.”

“What does Jack Dunham have against the Horde?” Danni asks. I know she and Green are the ones who brought him in. She’s invested.

“I… don’t know,” he says, whimpering.

“Don’t lie,” she snaps.

“I’m not lying…Swear.”

“Who’s the mole in our club?” she asks next. That’s a good question, too.

“Don’t know that, either… Been in lockup the past couple of years. I got out, got sent here.”

“You better not be lying.”

“I’mnot,” he cries louder.

Well, that’s not ideal. It would be better if he’d had a little more information for us because Rough’s going to be pissed when I call. That’s when I hear Caity in the background.

“Hey, Chief,” she says, and I think that’s so cute that she calls her husband “Chief.” “I need some boys up to the Horde cabin. We have a pickup.” She pulls the phone from her ear when he explodes.

“What the fuck?!” It’s that loud. We all hear it as if he were standing in the room with us. I do not relish telling Rough. We’re still so new, but Iamwearing his ring. He wouldn’t just toss me aside. No, of course, he wouldn’t. He’ll be pissed. He’ll yell. Then I’ll have some groveling to get through, but that’ll be it. I’m sure. It has to be. He loves me.

“This needed to end,” she says casually as if his scary, biker president yell does nothing to her.

“We’re coming. You better be there when I get there, woman.”

Oh, yeah, I understand that—time to find out Rough’s opinion of our little escapade. I pull my phone from my bag and press his contact. It rings three times before he answers. “Babe,” he says. “Can’t wait to get home to you.”

“Well…” I hedge.

“Well, what?”

“You might not think that when I tell you what I’ve been up to.”

“What have you been up to?” he asks trepidatiously.

“Well, to start off, we have good information for you.”

“Information?” He’s losing the trepidation, merging into pissed-off territory.

“Jack Dunham. He’s behind the Death Bringer attacks. They have a contract with him.”

“How the fuck did you find that out?” he asks, no longer merging into pissed-off territory. It appears he bought property there.

I square my shoulders, even though he can’t see me. I feel like it gives me confidence in my voice. “I got a call from Elise Hollister, who is very ready for this to end, seeing as her husband was shot protecting her when they left work one day.”

“Yeah,I know.”

“Well, I told you we’re capable women.”

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