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“You’re sure this is legit?” I ask him, looking up at Isaac. “If so, who is our Sarah?”
He frowns, running a hand through his hair as Snake threatens to destroy him. I ignore Snake, even though it feels like a betrayal. The feds are all over us, and now they’re here with an arrest warrant? They’d need a name for that warrant, and it wouldn’t be Sarah Burrows.
“Alexius Jenkins. You’ve probably heard of her… AJ.”
Axle looks at me, I look at him, and we both burst out laughing. Sarah is fucking AJ? Hell no.
“AJ is a guy. If anything, he’s a fucking urban myth. Not a girl who was working as a stripper a few months ago,” I say dismissively. “Snake, he’s full of shit. Calm down.”
Isaac swallows hard while shaking his head. “AJ is a girl. Friend of mine confirmed it. She’s the daughter of the Phillip Jenkins. His daughter was his favorite mercenary… Until she turned over all the evidence she had to the feds three years ago and disappeared into thin air.”
Snake finally breaks free, and he races toward us, lunging for Isaac. I catch him midair and sling him against the wall, groaning when his elbow connects with my side.
“Fucking shit! This is insane,” I growl, trying to get Snake to calm down, but it’s pointless.
“It’s true,” Isaac says from behind me. Then adds, “I wish it wasn’t but it is. Sarah is our fucking leak to the feds. Has to be. Not Cecil. Or not just Cecil.”
Snake stops struggling against me, and his eyes coldly meet mine.
“If it was her, they could have already busted down the doors and took us all to prison. She knows everything. Every-fucking-thing. I didn’t keep secrets.”
That’s when I see the anger give way to the pain. Something colder crosses his eyes, and I release him as he shrugs away and stalks through the warehouse.
“Where’re you going?” Axle calls after him. When he starts to follow, I put my hand on his chest, holding him back, but he slaps my hand away.
Axle doesn’t always appreciate being touched, and I get why, but Snake needs a minute, so stopping him becomes a necessity. I grab him by the arm and jerk him back when he tries going after him again.
“Stop fucking touching me,” Axle growls.
“Stop chasing him. He needs a minute.”
The roar of a Harley gives us a little warning before tires are screaming out of the hangar. My phone dings with a text, and I pull it out to read it.
UNKNOWN: Feds won’t come back. They were just trying to spook you by using me. The warrant for my arrest only allows them to search my house and my place of employment for now. Now I’m on camera at the airport. I made sure to get noticed. I moved the bookcase in front of the basement door to cover it just in case though. All your documents are down there as well.
Sarah. Or Alexius. Or AJ. Or whatever-the-hell her name is. It has to be her.
I toss my phone at Axle, letting him read it, as I jog toward the back side of the warehouse. As soon as I reach the meeting room, I see the oversized bookcase has been moved to completely shield the door as if it doesn’t exist.
That thing has to weigh a fuck-ton. How did she move it?
Axle walks up behind me, shaking his head as though he can’t wrap his mind around things.
“Guess you never really know anyone.”
“The hell was she ever even doing here?” I ask him, confused. “And her father is in prison because of her? She’s a rat? Hell, I thought AJ was a fucking guy. Not a chick. Never knew J stood for Jenkins either. If anything, it was just a myth to keep Phillip’s enemies at bay.”
“I don’t know, but if Snake is telling the truth about her knowing everything, she’s not the leak to the feds. She could have buried us by now with very little effort. We need to focus on our own problems. Not this crazy shit.”
I nod, agreeing, but it’s still irking me.
I thought Benny was a fucking dumbass for not knowing he had a fed in his crew. Turns out, I had an urban legend right under my nose…
I miss the days when I just punched shit and shot people.
Chapter 30
EVE
Drex walks in just as I finish packing my bag. I don’t even know who went and got all my things from the damn motel, but I hope those sick freaks didn’t lick or sniff my underwear or anything else disgusting like that.
I almost feel like I need to wash everything just to be safe.
“What are you doing?” he asks quietly, keeping his distance, just as he has for the past two days while keeping me hidden away in his room. Hell, he’s kept his distance for much longer than that.
