Page 38 of Calypso's Shield
I exhale through my nose, keeping my temper in check. “Dave Train isn’t random. He’s been following Calypso, threatening her. And now, after tonight, he’s not just her problem.” I pause, letting the words settle. “He’s mine.”
Capone huffs. “That so?”
Blayze leans in, voice dry. “You sure this isn’t just about you wanting to play hero?”
The laughter fucking grates on my nerves, so I slam my palms against the table hard. I shove myself to my feet so fast my chair scrapes back against the floor. The laughter cuts off instantly.
I lean forward, planting my hands on the table, locking eyes with Blayze. “This son of a bitch came after me. On club territory. That means he’s our problem now.” My voice is low and steady. Dangerous.
No one fucking speaks.
Capone studies me, then flicks his gaze to Blayze. “He’s got a point.”
Blayze shrugs, but there’s a new weight in his expression. They’re testing me. Seeing if I’ll break. If I’ll flinch.
I don’t.
Blayze finally sighs. “Fine. Tell me what we’re dealing with.”
I pull out the file Red left on the table earlier and slide it toward him. “Train’s not just some bitter ex looking to settle a score. He’s tied to Lattimer.” The room goes dead fucking silent.
Capone curses under his breath. Torch tenses, and Aftermath shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
Blayze opens the file, his expression darkening as he scans the photos. “Son of a bitch.”
“Yeah.” I sit back down, my voice cold.“This is bigger than just one asshole with a grudge.”
Capone leans forward. “You think Train’s working for Lattimer?”
I nod. “Or with him. Either way, this isn’t just about Calypso anymore.” My fingers drum against the wood. “This is Black Market Railroad and Bloody Femmes business, and that means we need to handle it before it escalates.”
Capone tilts his head. “And how do you suggest we do that, prospect?”
I smirk. “We set the motherfucker up.”
Blayze raises a brow. “How?”
I roll my shoulders, ignoring the pain in my ribs. “Train thinks he can get to me. So, we let him. We spread the word that I’m running solo. That I’m vulnerable.” I pause. “That I’m pissed off at the club for not backing me.”
Capone nods slowly, following my train of thought. “Make him think you’re out on your own.”
I nod. “Exactly. He already came after me once. He’ll try again. And when he does?” My fingers curl into a tight fist. “We make sure he doesn’t fucking walk away this time.”
Capone grins. “I like it.”
Trigger leans back, rubbing his jaw. “It’s risky.”
I smirk. “I like risky.”
Capone chuckles, then turns to the table. “What do we think, boys?”
Dagger cracks his knuckles. “I think we let Law Dog play bait. And then we bury this motherfucker.”
Torch nods. “Sounds like a good night to me.”
Blayze exhales, shaking his head. “Fuck it. I’m in.”
Capone slaps the table. “Then it’s decided. We draw Train out, we take him down, and we send a goddamn message.”
