Page 33 of Property of Raider
“Careful, brother,” Terro snarls, unusually on edge.
I hold my hand up.“That’s just it, Blitz.I can’t tell you what I do not know.”
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t fucking know?”Blitz roars, pushing to his feet.
Token does the same, speaking over him.“You cannot tell me we work that closely with Auntie Lynn and don’t know who the fuck we’re working with?”
“That’s exactly what I fucking expect from you all,” I shout, standing to my feet.“I do not know when, where, or fucking how we came to work with Auntie Lynn and her family.All I can tell you is what has been passed from the presidents and elder members to us.”
“What exactly is that?”Token crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at me.
Hermes speaks up, still clicking away on his laptop.“When the club rolled into town, there was already a trade treaty in the works between the Italians and Auntie Lynn’s family.We were able to offer our services to them with only three rules.One, we ask no questions about the shipments—not where they come from, who they belong to, or about the Italians.Two, we keep nothing on any club-owned properties that could point to either family.Three, we happily take our percentage and pay, or the money as well as our share of the product will be kept.”
“And we’ve just accepted it?”Rhino spits.
“What we did was be smart.It was the very first deal that gave us what we have as a club.It is the reason we run this territory and are doing as well as we are,” Terro throws out.
“The deals have changed and grown with the Italians, and Auntie Lynn’s family has done well for us as well.No one has had an issue until now.So, tell me, what’s the real problem here?”I stare each of the growling assholes down.
“There is something going on here we’re missing.I’m fucking tired of being one motherfucking step behind everyone else,” Blitz finally gets to the point of his issue.
“Tell me about it,” I agree with him.“The hope is with the boy here that he may be able to give us some answers as to why Auntie Lynn’s house was burned down.”
“What is it we hope to find out?”Pope speaks up for the first time since Tasia was taken.
“At this rate, our main goal is to find out why Auntie Lynn’s house was burned down,” I tell them.“Hermes, have we gotten the fire inspector’s report back?”
“I just got it pulled up,” he answers, putting the report up on the screen as he reads over it.“So according to this report, it is being labeled as arson.They found large amounts of accelerant around and even inside the house.So much so that it took them nearly two days to put the fire out completely.The crazy thing is, they didn’t find a body.”
“So, what if it was all a setup?An act to get into the club?Anastasia could have been making it all up,” Mercy shrugs like he didn’t just drop a bomb on things.
“The fuck did you say?”Remedy snaps.“Shea may be a lying cunt.Tasia, on the other hand, couldn’t lie if you paid her.”
“How do you know?She isn’t the little girl you grew up with,” Token throws out.“I mean, fucking hell, have you seen that fucking kid?He is Raider’s fucking twin and yet the man swears he never touched her.”
“It doesn’t add the fuck up,” Blitz agrees.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Anvil murmurs thoughtfully.
“Thinking about what?”Terro turns, looking at him.
“What if he isn’t her kid?”Anvil throws out.
“He calls her mom and protects her like she is his son,” I counter him, “and if he isn’t her son then how else would she get her hands on a carbon copy of me?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet,” Anvil shrugs thoughtfully.
“I don’t give a fuck who the kid's mother is.What I care about is how this all ties to Relic and the fucking sex trafficking ring,” Blender announces, flipping a throw star between his fingers.
We all sit stunned.Blender doesn’t speak or give his opinion unless it’s to give another brother shit or to be an asshole.I finally find my voice when there are three sharp knocks at the door.Blender goes to the door seeing as he is the one standing up already.He pulls it open to find Twitch standing there red-faced.
“You know better than to interrupt us in the middle of fucking church,” I say dangerously.
“Which means I wouldn’t be standing here if it weren’t important,” Twitch looks around at us all nervously.
“What was so important that it couldn’t fucking wait?”I demand.
“You had me follow the SUVs that left here a couple nights ago.I followed them to Hilton Head, South Carolina.I’ve been watching over them for the last few days.”Twitch starts pacing in the doorway of church.
