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“Hey,” Laurel said through the cracked open door. “Look I know this is your super secret sacred room, but I just remembered something.”
“Come in,” Iron called out and she took a shaky step inside.
“I don’t know if this will help, but the guy— Steve, he said something that I forgot about until just now.”
“Go on, sweetheart,” Iron coaxed gently.
“He was talking to the guy with the accent and said something about telling him that he was the reason he hadn’t been caught. Something about… uh, some ‘fucker sniffing around’ and the accent guy said that Steve was supposed to get him new clients, whatever that meant.”
Eyes bounced around as we all looked at each other. She didn’t have a clue what it meant but I was pretty sure we all did.
And it was like I had suspected. Steve had been the missing link to a bunch of unanswered questions.
“Thank you, Laurel. That was a huge help,” Iron’s voice was soft as he spoke to her.
“Okay,” she said with a nod and I got the sense that she was barely hanging on. “Well, that was all. I’m going to go now.”
She left, without looking up at any of us, not even B-ry, who looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.
I couldn’t imagine that it was easy being torn like that, knowing that the person you loved needed you but so did your club.
It was something I couldn’t even think about right now.
“So that was how Keften knew who I was,” Bocca said once the clink of the door closing rang out in the room. “Fuck!”
“We’re headed that way,” Axe said, his voice dark and terrifying. Which was something that still caught me off guard because I was used to hearing him speak without any hint of emotion in his tone.
The call went dead and I knew we had to get ready for chaos.
Moon Hill brothers were coming in, things were about to get dark as fuck.
And I prayed that this would end in a calm take-down rather than a bloody war.
I didn’t want to see any more brothers fall.
But I wanted Keften to pay for everything.
For all those souls that were taken too early.
For all the girls that were out there, living a life of torture that they couldn’t escape.
For the street kids that already lived in their own kind of hell.
For Laurel.
For Bocca.
