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Everyone is already inchurch by the time Aimee and I are done talking outside.
Luna is standing in the main room, waiting to steal Aimee away. She wraps an arm through Aimee’s, and they disappear down the hallway to talk. I don’t know how much Ghost told her, but it’s enough that she offers me a final glance over her shoulder before they disappear around the corner, confirming Aimee is in good hands.
Church quiets when I step inside and drop into my seat.
In the center of the table is the box with Anderson’s hand, still uncovered and on display since the blinds are closed, blocking the view of the room from the rest of the clubhouse.
“Is Aimee okay?” Legacy asks, but when I meet his stare across the table, he winces. “Right.”
There’s nothing about this situation that is okay. Not after what Aimee’s gone through or the fact that this shit keeps happening.
“She’s with Luna.” I meet Ghost’s stare, and he nods. “Who dropped off the hand?”
“Flower delivery service.” Steel is the one to answer. “They said they were tipped extra to bring it out here, but that they had no idea what was in the box.”
“Creative.” My teeth grind.
“Do we actually think Anderson is still alive?” Chaos leans forward. “That’s a nasty break, which means they didn’t cut the hand off cleanly.”
As if there’s a clean way to remove a hand.
Still, I glance at the box at Chaos’s comment, taking in the condition of the hand for the first time. I’d been so consumed by Aimee’s reaction when I first saw it, I didn’t stop to think about how the hand was removed. That the skin appears twisted, and the bone is in splinters. Like it was clamped and rotated until it snapped.
It’s no wonder Aimee lost the contents of her stomach in the dirt.
“Patch said there’s still a good chance Anderson is alive. But that this was a brutal break, so if he is alive, he’s probably not doing great.” Steel scratches his jaw.
Titan gave a deadline of New Year’s, but this moves that timeline up.
“Where are we at with pinning down Anderson’s location?” Steel turns to Ghost, who just shakes his head, saying enough.
“How the fuck is he always a step ahead of us?” Soul grinds out.
“Money,” Legacy answers. “Zane’s funding gives them complete freedom. Every safe house is buried under a long list of shell corporations, making them nearly impossible to trace. They’re too well funded.”
“We have money,” Soul argues. “We drained one of their accounts, didn’t we?”
“It barely made a dent.”
“So we take out Zane.”
Steel leans forward as the tension in the room reaches a precipice. “So long as the Iron Sinners have Zane’s back, it’s impossible to go after him. Between them and the FBI, we can’t get close. Our best chance is to start with Titan, then we focus on Zane.”
“And how do you suggest we get to Titan then, Prez? Not just for a meeting, but to take him down. He’s always surrounded, and he’s always ahead of us.” Soul’s tone is sharp.
Soul is usually the relief in this room, but right now, he’s pure tension. Proof that I’m not the only one Aimee has won over these past few weeks. All my brothers are on edge, ready to defend her.
Steel doesn’t immediately respond, so I do. “We use Aimee.”
The words make me want to walk off a fucking cliff.
All gazes snap my way at my comment. Half their faces look like they’re trying to decide whether they heard me right.
“You’re not seriously suggesting we turn her over to Titan?”
