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If she didn’t like what she saw, she should have closed the door and waited until we finished. She was with Manny, Summer and Crystal. It wasn’t like she was just left in a corner to fend for herself.
What went down tonight… Fuck.
My hands are shaking.
But that shit can wait.
I don’t like the fact that Tara spoke to Aspyn like that. I get she’s worried for her friend, but I’d never put her in danger or harm’s way. That’s why she was at the clubhouse, and I was at the location and things turned south…very fuckin’ south.
Aspyn reaches across and puts her hand on mine, resting on my thigh. The act in itself speaks a thousand words, and I wish that Tara would ask to be dropped off at a hotel, because I know I’m not done yet with my girl. Far from it. I haven’t been this pent-up in…well, forever.
Before I left the club, I told the girls to wait in the car while I went back in to see my brother and Cash.
Both were in the meeting room, talking while Ryder and Hawk tried to calm everyone down.
“This doesn’t go anywhere,” Cash says, looking at the two of us. “I did what I had to do for you. But the blame will fall on Forger. If we’re lucky, we’ll skate under the radar.”
“What about Big Papa? He’ll talk,” Jett says. “He won’t have a choice.”
Cash shakes his head. “Nobody else was there to witness. He’s lucky he survived, because of us. He owes us. Not the other way around. If he squeals, we’ll gut him.”
“Jett’s right, if he snitches...” I run a hand through my hair. “It’s the mafioso, Cash. If this gets out…”
“Then we’ll deal with it,” Cash grunts. “You saw the shootout. There’s nothin’ and nobody left to talk anyway. They won’t pin it on us if we were never there. And we weren’t. Got me?”
“It’s the mob,” I mutter, knowing what we’ve done. “They have spies everywhere.”
Jett looks at me. “He’s right. We lay low…”
My hands are still shaking wildly.
The Italians just thought they’d come along for the ride when Forger moved things off-site. They wanted to sample the coke.
Cash passes me his mouthful of scotch. I down it in two gulps. I’m driving the girls home so I can’t get trashed. Not like I want to.
Cash looks at both of us. “This never happened.”
I nod.
“Go home,” he says. “Sleep it off. We’ll reconvene in the morning.”
“What about the pigs?” Jett asks.
“Our favorite cop Callaghan will no doubt come sniffin’ around, but we’ll be ready for him if that happens.” He nods to me. “You took care of any security footage quickly. That’s all we had tyin’ us to the meetin’ tonight. That and Big Papa. Like I said, he wanted the Italians out, but I guess it just happened sooner than we thought. And now Forger is gone, he’ll be takin’ over.”
I shake my head. “This means war,” I mutter. “The mafioso will come callin’.”
We all know what’s going to happen.
Officer Callaghan has been dying to pin something on the club ever since he stuck his nose in with Indigo and Camille. Not that the cops have done anything to find her captors.
Cash shakes his head. “Big Papa is no fan of the mafioso, and he wants to keep the Irish on his side. If he spills, he knows we’ll retaliate. There is no war if everybody is dead. The Italians think Forger did this. They’ll go finish the rest of the club off and we can sit back and watch it all unfold.”
It seems too easy.
“The mafioso aren’t just gonna take this lyin’ down,” Jett says. “They’ll want blood.”
Cash shakes his head. “Then they’ll put their anger to better use trackin’ the devils. Forger got too greedy, and everyone will testify to that. If Big Papa squeals, we have enough ammo against him to bring him and the underworld down.”
