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The guy who steps up beside him is handsome. Beautiful actually. He looks like he belongs on a runway wearing a pair of briefs, but leather and danger look good on him too. He reaches up his hand and tucks his long wavy hair behind his ear, and when he pulls off his shades and flashes his eyes over me, I swear I feel my knees buckle.
“Prez,” Brax addresses the old man first, and it chills my blood when reality hits. This is actually him, the man who ordered for me to be taken.
My hand automatically coils around Brax’s seeking out comfort, and I’m shocked when he separates his fingers and accepts them, holding me in his grip.
“Well, you did a good job of keeping this low profile,” Prez says flatly, looking at the six other men in the yard.
“Jessie, you stay, the rest of you get back to the club,” he orders, and the group quickly disperses, getting on their bikes and leaving as fast and loud as they arrived.
Jessie gives Brax a look that warns him to stay calm, but I can sense all the tension that’s in his body and isn’t subsiding.
“Kids,” Brax snarls the word through his teeth at the man.
“You’re gonna need to let me explain,” Prez says, not standing down, which judging by the way Brax’s fist is crushing mine, doesn’t seem like the best of ideas.
“I got your message, and although this complicates things massively, I understand why you did what you did with the Bastards. But hell, Jessie, a truce? Those cunts killed Hayley.” I see the anguish in the old man’s eyes as he flips his attention to the blonde-haired guy who rode out with Brax.
“Yeah, under Clunk’s ruling.”
“And this has nothing to do with Maddy?” Prez asks, tipping his head to the side accusingly. It makes me wonder who Maddy and Hayley are in this situation.
“It has fucking everything to do with Maddy,” Jessie says unapologetically “I saw an opportunity and I fuckin’ took it, at the same time I might have done some good for this club. We don’t keep secrets and we don’t need enemies, not with all the shit we’re dealing with right now.”
“Like I said, I understand. I wasn’t around, you made a call. A clever but fucking risky call I might add. But that doesn’t mean I have to be fucking happy about it.”
“How about you tell us what the fuck this is all about, and why a CIA agent who's taking down a bunch of nonces has your mug shot in her briefcase?” Brax is getting impatient, I can feel the heat coming off him.
“I knew about Clunk, I didn’t know that his club were on to him too,” Prez admits.
“Kinda swerving the question there, Jimmer.” Brax’s fists tense tighter, almost crushing the bones in my hand.
“I told Lector we’d get them the evidence they need for a takedown,” Jessie interrupts, looking down at the ground awkwardly.
“And how do you suppose we do that, smart ass?” Prez shakes his head.
“We figured you had some involvement, seeing as it was you that asked me to take the girl,” Brax speaks up and the old man’s eyes narrow.
“You think I had something to do with those sick shits?” Prez steps up so close to Brax that his nose presses into his cheek. But Brax doesn't flinch, looking fearless as he focuses ahead of him.
“I was helping bring them down,” Prez growls. “I had a deal going with Helen.”
I gasp when I hear my mom's name, and shock mixed with a whole lot of relief sinks in.
“She’d been trying to bring the ring down for years and the first lead she got was on Clunk, so knowing about our rivalry, she reached out to me.” Prez steps around Brax and pins his eyes on me.
“I promised Helen, that if anything happened to her, the girl would have club protection until all the people on her list were put away.” More relief trickles into the pit of my stomach, and even Brax’s tension loosens up a little. “You were meant to take her to the safe place and sit tight until I could get the list and take it to the guy she trusted.”
“And do you have this list?” Brax asks, still sounding tense.
“I don’t have Jack shit, Brax. And now we got a truce with the Bastards that we can’t uphold, and my whole fucking club have been dragged into this shit too.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone about this, Prez? You're not supposed to keep shit like this from us. And what the hell are you getting out of helping the CIA?” Jessie asks.
“I was getting Clunk, and revenge for what happened to my daughter, without any blowback on the club,” he growls.
“My mom trusted you?” I finally find a voice, even if it is just a weak whisper.
“Yeah, your mom trusted me. I don’t think she wanted to, but she had to have something in place. She knew the men she was bringing down were dangerous, and you know now from experience that some of them were working on the inside. I hate to break it to ya, darlin’, but that accident your ma and pa were involved in weren’t no accident.”
