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I turned around, gun drawn, to find probably the last person I wanted to see draped in the doorway, entirely too comfortable.
“What the fuck do you want, Jake?” I asked, brows furrowed as I glared in his direction.
He swept a hand through his sandy blonde hair, trying a little too hard to appear unthreatening as he took a step forward. “Honestly, to offer my condolences.”
“A little late for that and you’ve got a lot of nerve anyway,” I hissed. “Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head for what your folks did to mine.”
“We can start with the fact that you’ve got this shit all wrong,” he insisted, holding up his hands. “I’m sorry for what happened to your dad, but I swear to you—it wasnotus.”
“It sure as fuck looked like it was.”
He nodded, eyes wide. “I know what it looked like. But we’ve never had any problems, not… beyond the usual.”
I huffed. “Beyond the usual racism, right.”
“I’mnot like that!”
“I don’tgive a fuck,” I countered. “All I know is, what should have been a quick – unavoidable – detour throughMaraudersterritory ended up with half the people I know dead. An act ofwar.”
“That we didn’t initiate; be reasonable, Tatiana,” Jake said, taking another step in before I held up my hand.
“Don’t you come any closer to me, talking about some goddamnbe reasonable. The fact that we haven’t already wiped you motherfuckers off the face of the planet is asreasonableas it gets,” I spat. “But you keep your eyes open.”
“How do I prove we didn’t do this?” he asked, earnestly—or at least, feigned it. “We don’t want a war with thePredators.”
“You say, standinguninvitedonPredatorsterritory.”
“Territory that borders ours; it should be neutral.”
“Well I say it’s not,” I told him, with a smile. “If your people didn’t do it, who did?”
“I don’t know.”
“Not good enough.”
“It’s all I’ve got.” Jake shrugged, frustrated. “I don’t know who’d be bold enough –stupidenough – to pull something like this, but we’ve got all the same questions you have,” he explained. “We’ve tried to get security footage; everything is destroyed. Hell, we even talked to our members; nobody with our ink was anywhere near where it happened.”
“Witnesses put riders with your patches near the area; that’s from the police report,” I reminded him. “LVPD is useless otherwise, but they at least gave usthat.”
“Which should be suspicious to you, honestly,” he disputed. “When have those fuckers ever been so forthcoming?”
Hm.
He had a point there.
Truthfully, that little nugget was the thing that compelled us to pump our brakes a bit on this “war” and seek more information first. In the meantime, we were gathering resources, rebuilding our structure, and moving on with getting business handled.
We’d get our lick back, without question.
We just needed to be certain we hit the right person.
LVPD cooperating with the families of dead Black bikers to implicate white ones was shocking at best, convenient at worst. If they had proof they wanted to act on, arrests would’ve been made, and they’d have handled their own shit.
Giving us that information – supposed witness who’d seenMaraudersriders killPredatorsin a bloodbath on the outskirts of town – could easily be a setup.
Get us to take them out, then arrest us for doing so.
Two birds with one stone.
