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Though he knew I was mocking him, he just arched a brow at me. “Nah. It was packaged well. How’s your ass?”
I shot him a wry grin. “Grateful we didn’t have to ride across the country on that thing.”
“Figured as much.” He winked. “Think you can manage a twenty-minute trip to West Orange?”
Deciding that was the moment to suck it up, I stated, “I think we should go to Aidan Sr.’s compound.”
His head tilted to the side. “The one in Queens?”
Surprised, I asked, “You know where it is?”
He hummed. “I knowofit.”
“Why?”
“I just do. You can’t have a secret with me around.”
I smiled at that. “You can’t know everything.”
“I can try,” he said with a wink.
A soft thrill whispered through my veins as he curved an arm around my shoulder.
I could never have imagined that a biker would be affectionate, but I was either thinking stereotypically or he was breaking the mold.
“Where’s your mind at, MC?” he asked, his tone more serious. “They won’t let me through the gates of the compound. Not unless it’s in a body bag.”
“Auntie Lena, Senior’s wife, she’s there.”
“So?”
“I might be able to get her on our side.”
She could be the key to the Sinners, i.e., Digger, walking away from this unscathed and me never having to see Father ever again.
His brow puckered. “With the intent to do what?”
Nervously, when it was ridiculous to be nervous around him, I blurted out, “I genuinely don’t think the O’Donnellys know what goes on in the lesser ranks.”
“That’d make sense. Rex doesn’t know what the Prospects get up to at all hours of the day. He relies on his council to keep their ears to the ground. Surely, they’re the same?”
“Maybe. They have their crews, but if those crews are a part of the problem…”
“I see what you mean.” He pursed his lips. “You want to talk to Magdalena O’Donnelly first.”
“I do. I want to offset the tension in the situation. I want…” I hesitated, sucking in a breath. “…to allay the chance of the Five Points declaring war with the Satan’s Sinners.”
“You think you can do that? You think you can be that persuasive?”
For a second, I bit my lip, then I mumbled, “We’re married, aren’t we?”
He snorted as he chucked me under the chin. “Some women wouldn’t think I was that much of a catch.”
“Some women are fools.”
He didn’t acknowledge my comment. “Ibrought up the idea of marriage.”
“Something in my story made you listen and offer that to me. My desperation isn’t unfeigned. I have to believe that Auntie Lena will respond to that and react accordingly.”
