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Chapter Six
Yarder
The air in the clubhouse was thick with tension, the weight of recent events hanging heavy over us like a shroud. As Olive, Sloane, and Dove busied themselves in the kitchen, preoccupied with snacks and the impending arrival of pizza, the camera crew trailed after them, capturing every movement.
Meanwhile, gathered on the couches by the TV, the rest of us - Aero, Cue Ball, Throttle, Dice, Fade, Compass, Stretch, Smoke, and Pirate - engaged in hushed conversation, mindful of the girls and the cameras nearby.
“You sure you don’t want to go to church?” Aero’s voice cut through the quiet, drawing my attention.
I shook my head, leaning forward toward the coffee table. “Here, it’s fine. It’s not like you guys haven’t told your ol’ ladies everything that’s going on anyway.”
Cue Ball shrugged, his expression grim. “Kind of hard not to tell them when shit is blowing up all around them. I’d be kind of worried if Olive wasn’t asking questions.”
Olive, Cue Ball’s ol’ lady, was never one to shy away from seeking answers, especially with her son, Rocky, often at the clubhouse.
“Yeah, if Olive wasn’t asking questions, you know Rocky would be,” Dice chimed in, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Cue Ball nodded in agreement. “He’s a smart kid. I know he’s aiming to be the next prez once Yarder gets out of his way.”
I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. “The kid can have this prez gig as soon as he’s eighteen. All this shit the past couple of months is pushing me to an early grave.” Between dealing with Boone and Gibbs’ schemes, finding Faye, and confronting her abusive ex, I was in dire need of a vacation far away from the chaos of the Iron Fiends.
But there was no time for rest. We needed to get down to business.
“What are they saying about the garage?” I inquired, shifting the focus back to our current predicament.
“It was the car,” Compass stated matter-of-factly. “Had a fuck ton of explosives wired to the fucking axle. Had a timer on it and blew right when they wanted it to.”
“Yeah, well, those fuckers were wrong thinking the garage was open over lunch,” Dice grunted in frustration. “Didn’t do enough research to find that out, did they?”
Compass rolled his eyes. “Cops are looking into who wired the car, but I’m assuming they aren’t going to come up with much since the car is registered to Poppy and she is the one who brought it in.”
“They want to talk to her,” Aero added, his tone serious.
I sat back, weighing the implications. “We can’t dodge the police. The more we do, the more they are going to want to talk to us. They talk to Poppy; she tells them nothing more than some guy offered her a lot of cash to bring the car in, and that’s it.”
“But you don’t think the cops are going to be really sniffing around here, then?” Fade interjected, concern in his voice.
“Either way, if we do or don’t talk to them, they are going to sniff around,” I replied firmly. “We keep talking to them so we stay in the loop of what they know, and keep what we only know to ourselves.”
“Are we going to point them in the direction of Boone and Gibbs?” Compass asked, his brow furrowed.
I shook my head decisively. “No. They wouldn’t believe us. Saying the US attorney general and his predecessor are trying to frame and kill us is just going to make us look crazy.”
“True that, brother,” Fade grunted in agreement. “I barely believe this shit.”
“That’s because this is all fucking crazy,” Pirate chimed in. “I didn’t have ‘be the target of some political bullshit’ on my bingo card this year.”
Turning to Compass, I inquired about Faye’s whereabouts. Her sudden disappearance had added another layer of worry to an already volatile situation.
Compass shook his head solemnly. “There is literally no trace of her. I’m talking; all her clothes are gone.”
My heart sank at the news. Faye, battered and bruised, had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only questions and uncertainty.
“She had to have made it out of the garage before the explosion and then took off during all of the chaos,” Compass speculated, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Or her asshole ex took her,” Cue Ball suggested darkly. “Olive swears up and down that Faye would not have taken off without giving her a heads up.”
“The easiest way to figure out if she left on her own or if she was kidnapped is to get our hands on Anthony. Any luck?” I turned to Compass and Fade, hoping for a breakthrough.
