Page 31 of Torch
In the past, his personal room had been where he did his thing, but since his near death experience and getting clean, they’d made him separate work from his rest space, so he’d actually try resting. I wondered if he even bothered trying these days, even with Lissa to nag him.
“Wait up, man. Talk to us. It’s clear that someone’s fucking with our people, so what are we doing to weed the coward out?” Rocket asked, looking about as pissed as I felt about this whole thing.
“Yeah,” Micro said, coming up beside him. “You guys are always talking behind closed doors, but aren’t we a fucking club? Aren’t we a brotherhood? Can’t you see this is dividing us, and we’re just letting it happen?” He wasn’t wrong, was he? I grasped his shoulder in a firm grip.
“We’re close to figuring this fucker out, man. Trust me, I’m just as desperate to put this shit to an end, so I can stop looking over my shoulder for the next knife. Just give us a chance to catch up with Ice, and I’ll see what I can find out, yeah? It’s all hands on deck until we figure this out, and I think the VP is on the literal warpath right now, so just stay out of trouble.”
Micro cursed, running his hands over his hair as he turned and headed back to the bar.
“Brother?” I stopped again as Rocket followed me to the stairs.
“What?”
“Look, I don’t know if this means anything, but I found a weak spot in the defences, and I think that’s how he’s coming and going.”What?That was the kind of shit we should have found already. Did we literally just sit on our asses and bitch about this, instead of looking into it?
“Show me,” I barked, following him as he led me outside. I swear to god, what he’d spotted, I never would have found. There was a patch of the ten foot tall chain link fence that had been cut, and faked back together, so it looked normal, but it was a fucking easy escape route. How the hell had he even found it?
“Why were you around here?”
Rocket pretty much clammed up, shrugging stiffly at me.
“Was just mooching. Thought it looked off, so I checked it out.” Yeah, my bullshit meter was screaming at me right now.
“Dude, don’t fuck with me right now.”
He grew more shifty by the second, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked anywhere other than at me.
“Fuck’s sake! You realise any odd behaviour right now is a trip to the basement, right?”
Rocket grimaced, straightening his cut as he faced me at last.
“I’m seeing someone, someone really fucking special, but we’re keeping it quiet. It’s not just about fucking, yeah?” He stared at the doctored fence, a grim look on his face.
“I know I shouldn’t be fooling around, and I’m not letting her near the clubhouse or anything, but we’re video chatting… uh… you know, like jerking off to each other and stuff.”
I rolled my eyes. “You coulda just said that five fucking minutes ago, man. I have to go meet with Ice, so just keep this between us for now, yeah? Don’t fix it either. I wanna know who’s using this, and if I catch you here again, or see your junk because of it, I’ll castrate you with a fucking blowtorch.”
I didn’t wait around to see him cringe at my words. I had to tell the others, and we had to get some kind of fucking surveillance set up, somehow without it being spotted. That meant it needed to go outside somewhere, and I had an idea of where to try.
I joined the guys in Ice’s room, after having to be let in by Grease, and facing a bunch of pissed off faces from Ryder, Ice, Has-Been, and Grease.
“Glad you could make it. Were you primping first?”
“Yeah, washing my hair. Listen assholes, I have an update, so you wanna talk about this, or keep bitching?”
Ice gestured at me to speak, and damn that fucker looked exhausted. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was using again, because he was agitated as fuck, just like he used to be. Of course, weren’t we all right now?
“Rocket clued me in on something that you might wanna see. Ice, we got any cameras covering the fence by the west corner? Past the skips?”
He frowned as he leaned down to one of his many computers and started messing with it.
“Uh. Not quite. We have one that reaches the left side of the skips, so you can just kinda see the fence in the background, but the focus is here,” he pointed to the open area between the skips and the bike bays. It made sense that the focus was on the bikes, because we’re a fucking bike club after all.
“Fair enough. Can we get a camera aiming there? Lissa’s place is on the other side of there, yeah?”
He straightened up again.
“Is she at risk? I’ve got her in with Elise and Cammy right now in Has’ room.”
