Page 46 of Silent as Sin
“Someone left a message in Wren’s room.” My jaw ticked as I forced the words out. “Dead birds. Inside. Which means somebody walked right through our walls to get to her.”
Rex cursed. Hex’s fist cracked down on the table so hard the maps jumped.
“And it’s not just that,” I said, heat climbing my throat. “The note on my bike. The ambush at the ranch. None of it happens unless someone’s feeding them our movements, where we’d be,when we’d be there. Now they know they can walk into our house.”
The room erupted, muttered curses, fists pounding the table, chairs scraping back like claws on wood. The stink of sweat, smoke, and fury pressed thick against my skin.
Warden’s voice cut through, low and cutting. “You’re saying one of ours is talking.”
“I’m saying there’s no other answer.”
The silence that followed weighed heavier than shouting. A rat in the clubhouse wasn’t just betrayal, it was rot. It was poison in the blood.
“We find him,” Hex growled.
“And we bury him,” Rex added, eyes mean.
Damn right.
I dragged a hand down my face, trying to cage the rage clawing up my spine. “Wren’s in my room with Jewel and Elara. She doesn’t need to see this. But make no mistake, we’ve been breached. Until we know who opened that door, none of us sleep easy.”
Warden scanned the table, his voice clipped and final. “Lock it down. Nobody in or out without my word. We start pulling strings, checking every call, every plate, every movement. If there’s a rat here, we smoke him out.”
A thought slashed through me, ugly. “If they wanted her dead, she’d be dead. Whoever it is, they’re not just trying to kill her, they want her terrified and quiet.”
The room shifted, mutters rising. Maul leaned forward, his voice rough. “Maybe we’re not looking at a killer. Maybe we’re looking at someone who just wants her gone.”
“Roxy,” someone spat.
The name cracked through the air. My gut turned.
Every eye landed on me.
I ground my teeth. I didn’t want to give it breath, but burying it would only make it fester.
“She was in my room this morning,” I said, voice like gravel. “Waiting for me. When I shut her down, she pulled out another card.”
Warden’s eyes narrowed. “What card?”
I almost laughed, bitter. “She says she’s pregnant.”
The room exploded. Curses, barking laughter, disbelief. Half the table looked at me like I’d been stupid enough to let her trap me, the other half ready to rip her apart on the spot.
Throttle slammed his mug down so hard coffee splashed across the wood. His stare drilled into me. “And you didn’t think that was something the girl you’re protecting deserved to know?”
Rage flared hot and sharp. I leaned forward, teeth bared. “Because it’s bullshit. She’s lying. You think I’d be that careless? You think I wouldn’t know?”
Throttle didn’t blink. “Doesn’t matter if it’s bullshit. What matters is Wren. You’re asking her to trust you while that whore spreads stories linking you together. You think she won’t hear it? You think it won’t break her when she does?”
The room went still. Everyone waiting for me to swing. My fists itched with it. Christ, I wanted to put him on the floor, but he wasn’t wrong.
I forced my breath through my nose. “If she’s really pregnant, a test clears it. And when it does, Roxy’s gone. I’ll deal with it.”
“You’d better,” Throttle said, voice like steel. “Because if Wren takes the hit for your past shit, that’s on you.”
My jaw twitched. “I said I’ll handle it.”
Warden’s voice sliced the tension. “Enough. Roxy’s on the list, same as the prospects. She’s got motive and access. We don’t take chances.”
