Page 75 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

I sag in Rough's arms. “I want to come with you.”

“You’re not involved.”

“Rough, I’m totally involved. He’s the leak, and I want to be there when you plug it.”

“Not fucking happening.”

“He’s the reason—”

Rough cuts me off. “Not. Fucking. Happening.” Then he looks to Brandi. “Lock up when I leave.” And he leaves. Just like that.

I turn to Brandi. “You’ve been good to me. Please don’t make me fight you.”

“Girl, are you crazy? I want to see what’s going on as much as you do.”

“But you’re not going,” Jonesie says. “Drake will kill you. Plus, you don’t know where to hide for the best eavesdropping. Ido.”

“Oh, and Old Man won’t kill you?”

“Maybe,” she says, winking, but then grabs my hand. “Stay down,” she orders. We walk back to the bar, and she lets me in the same back door we left through. Then we pivot to enter an office. “My office,” she provides when I give her myWhat’s going on?eyes.

Off her office, she leads me into a smaller room, where they keep their recording equipment. She points to a red light. “The camera isn’t recording, but we can still watch from the closed circuit TV.”

Closed circuit TV? I love this woman!

She flicks the TV on, and the whole bar interior appears in small boxes on the screen. Rough, my brother, the Thunder Gods, Drake, and Old Man surround Horace. His face is busted up.Bad. “We took you in,” my brother yells, in fullpresident of an MCmode. “Why would you betray your brothers like this?”

“You’re not my brothers,” Horace sneers. He spits blood at Daniel’s—erm, Vlad’s—feet. One day… One day, I’ll get that right on the first thought.

“The fuck?” Roughneck asks.

“You think you know?” Horace says. “You don’t know shit.”

“Then enlighten me,” he grumbles.

“Got out of the joint, was told to haul my ass up to Bentley and prospect with the Horde. My president tells me to do something—Ido it.”

“Your president?” Rough asks.

“Fuck, haven’t you figured it out yet? I’m a Death Bringer.”

“Bit young to already be a member of the Death Bringers,” my brother replies. And from the look on his face, he’s piecing things together.

“My pop let me prospect early. I was a patched-in brother by eighteen.” He smiles this smugly proud smile that I’m itching to smack off his face.

“Your pop?” Old Man asks.

Horace nods. “Mypresident.” As if we’re supposed to be intimidated that the Death Bringer’s president knocked up some woman and Horace is the result? “And we got to take down the mighty Horde.”

“Take us down?” my brother echoes. “Are you stupid? Thereare noDeath Bringers.Your popis dead. He and every last man associated with the club, save for your sorry ass.”

Pain radiates from Horace’s eyes for just a second before he shakes off his sadness and straightens his back. “I know the location of the Death Bringer stash and the payout from Jack—”

“Jack’s behind bars, you idiot. He’s never getting out,” Rough says, and I cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud because I don’t want to get caught.

Horace’s face falls.Falls.

“Yeah, I see it’s finally clicking in for you,” my brother says. “If you know the location of the stash, you could’ve lived large for the rest of your life. Good thing you don’t have a mom, so she can’t see what you’ve turned into.”

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