Page 67 of Knot My MC
“Jimmy, some tech whiz, gave us some information on a rival crew, but it turns out he was double dipping.”
“Who was the other crew?”
Lying would be easier, but fuck that. Kiki is here to stay, and I’m not going to fuck things up because I’m protecting her from the truth. I did that once before and all it did was put me through three years of complete fucking misery.
Looking her straight in the eye, I say, “Wrecker.”
Kiki sucks in a sharp breath. Out of my peripheral, I notice Crow and Jag tense where they stand. How she handles this information could open a shit storm between the four of us all over again. We already told her we didn’t kill him, but even to me the way it sounds is suspect. Kiren just so happened to die the day we planned to mess with their supply? Yeah, that’s sketchy.
“And what information did you want?” She picks her words carefully, but the wheels are spinning inside of her head. Kiki Malone isn’t an idiot. She’s already thinking over every possiblewhat if.
“We were going to intercept a shipment of drugs. Jimmy gave us some intel, only the truck never came. Axel and Wrecker did though.”
She swallows. “And when was this?”
“The day your dad died.” I pause and give her a second. “I promise you we didn’t kill him.”
Glaring, she bristles. “I never said you did.”
“You thought it.” I glance at the guys and shrug. “It’s okay. We would have too, but we’d never cross that line.”
“I know,” she says it with all the confidence in the world. “I know you wouldn’t do something like that. I already told you I believe you.” Her eyes skate across the apartment. “I don’t want to talk about that anymore.”
Fair enough.
“We have to go deal with Jimmy… but we’ll be back. Are you good to stay here alone?” Crow asks.
She sighs. “I’m a big girl, Crow.”
He grabs her hand and tugs her toward him. “I know. I don’t want to leave you alone if you need us.”
Hesitance passes over her face, but she shakes her head. “I think I can survive a few hours without you guys. I need to shower anyway. I’m pretty sure I’m disgusting.”
“Nothing about what happened during your heat was gross.” I grab a mug from the cabinet and pour the last of the coffee in it while Crow slips into his room to grab a new shirt. It’s just before lunch time, but it’s morning for her. “But a shower did feel nice. The wi-fi password is on the router and there’s a spare laptop on my desk if you need to do anything. You can text—” I cut off and glance at Jag. “Did we get her phone?”
“I already ordered one just in case.” He glances at his device. “It should be here tomorrow actually.”
“Axel has my phone.”
I don’t like the way that prick’s name sounds on her lips, but I keep that thought to myself. Or I mostly do. There’s no stopping the deep rumbling warning building in my chest. Kiki gives me a pointed look.
“You’re such an alpha,” she teases me like she used to.
“And you’re a brat.” I hand her the coffee. “I’ll have Rukus spread the word that no one fucks with you. Do whatever you want while we’re gone, but try not to stir up too much trouble.”
“Me? I’m an angel.” Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief.
I steal a quick kiss and make my way toward the door. “I may be pussy whipped, Angel, but I’m not a fool. Don’t burn the place down.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” she murmurs.
I grin and the guys and I head to take care of the rat, even though I know damn well we all would rather stay locked up in the apartment with Kiki for the rest of our lives.
* * *
Jimmy and Sneaky are restrained in the middle of the garage. Rukus used rough rope to tie their hands behind their back. Makeshift gags muffle their shouts as the guys, and I enter the large room. Sneaky is trying to talk sense into us, whereas the sounds Jimmy makes are desperate pleas. He knows he fucked up.
Rukus stands in front of them both with his arms crossed. The rest of the council members stand behind him. They all look to us for direction. I walk around the two men, taking stock of the puddle beneath Jimmy’s chair and the lack of one under Sneaky’s. Only one of them has committed a crime against the MC. There is no code for criminals, but not being a snitch is implied.
