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“Well, I am going to have to talk to the boss and get an idea of what we need to do now. How can we get those kids if we have no drugs?”
“That bitch only knows how to operate one way. We have to figure out a way to get the drugs back from the Russians. You guys have enough on him to storm his compound. I am sure you can bullshit your way into a warrant with the judge.” I kick open a closet door, and a cat runs out. I relax after finding the source of the noise.
“How do you know they aren’t being stashed at the Ranch? I would rather pull apart everything there! Get all the information they have to make it look like they planned it all rather than they are trafficking the kids. You said they have folders and folders of information. We can spin it all to make it seem that way.”
“Are you stupid? If you do that, we lose our fall people. We need the kids first. Once we have kids, we can burn this place to the ground for all I care!” I yell. A knock on the door catches my attention.“Ya, I know, baby, but you are too far away. I can’t do anything about it now.” I yell, trying to cover my tracks as best I can. The door opens, and Storm walks in.
“Hey, brother, we need to go. Prez wants to organize a ride for us. Burn off some pent-up energy.” Storm eyes me and the phone, and I hold up my finger.
“Ya baby, I have to go. Talk to you soon. Think about what I said.” I hang up and follow my VP out of the room. My blood boils, and my mind is questioning what we can do next.
“W
e need to figure out how to get Cougar out of jail.”
No one acknowledges me. There’s no reason to state the obvious. I can’t figure out how we’re going to make it happen. Knuckles has been trying to get into the system to clear out the charges, but Connard must have figured us out. Cougar’s arrest isn’t in the system. They either didn’t book him, or they’re doing it all on paper, so we can’t fuck up their plans.
“I don’t know how we will be able to,” Storm sighs.“Heattackeda cop.” I didn’t miss the finger quotes around the word attacked. We all know that it’s a bullshit charge, but we also know that we aren’t going to win this battle this time.
“I’m going to have to bring in Artem. He will have to bring in the man he used to get us out of lockup.” Cowboy sighs.We’ve all built some form of a relationship with Artem but that doesn't go without saying they are tense and occasionally hostile forms of a relationship
“Prez, it’s gonna be the best option. I have gone through every single file I can access in that fucking station and not one thing there is for Cougar. I can’t do shit from this end.”
“I know I shouldn’t, but I have to ask Knuckles, what about your man? Can he do anything?”
I look to Knuckles, and his nostrils flare. He’s been adamant about him and Whitley not discussing work with each other. They keep those sides of themselves separate. I understand his reluctance. Whitley’s a cop. Regardless if he’s trying to get a new job, he’s still a cop.
“You’re right. You shouldn’t have. Whitley and I keep these aspects of our lives away from each other. I trust him to do his job the right way, and he trusts me not to be a fucking criminal. Which is fucking hilarious, considering what I’m trying to do right fucking now. No. I’m not asking him. The last thing I need is for him to question why I need this information. Or worse, something happening to him because Connard catches him. No. Call Artem. You’re not risking Whitley.”
Knuckles is stern, and it’s clear he isn’t going to back down. I don’t blame him. Not one of these assholes would risk their woman if this were any of the ladies. Knuckles isn’t going to risk his man.
“Okay, okay,” Cowboy puts his hands up in surrender,“I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t ask. He has access to the precinct. But I get it. I wouldn’t want Bri to do anything, either. Alright, Artem, it is.”
One phone call, and fifteen minutes later, Artem bursts into the door. He takes a seat looking over everyone before pulling his phone out and putting it on speaker. It took one ring before a familiar voice came through.
“You know my cost. Where do you need me to be?”
“The MC has a man on the inside,” Artem says, picking at his nail beds like he wanted to be elsewhere.
“When don’t they? What did they do this time? Maybe you should back-charge them for what I cost you.” Mr. Big chuckles at his joke.
“I have enough sweat equity built with them, although it is running low. Don’t you worry about them. Get your overpriced ass to the cop shop and get him out. The longer he is in there, the longer his mommy will worry, and my business suffers.” Artem says, slamming his hand down, accentuating his point.
The line goes dead. The puffed-up Russian looks at all of us like he is waiting for a round of applause or for us to bow down and kiss his feet. No one makes a move. We are waiting on our Prez. It’s been two days since they arrested Cougar, and there has been no communication. With Connard’s desperation, we are worried there will be more bloodshed—opening up an all-out war. This town cannot handle that.Wecannot handle that.
“How did you get the drugs out of there?” Storm asks, cutting the silence and tension.
“You aren’t the only men I have in my pocket. All you need to know is they are gone. I am the top dog again.” Artem goes back to inspecting his nails.
“If you have connections, I need to know who.” Copper pipes up.
“No one you knowkozel ublyudok,trust me. After all, we are family.” Artem says with a sour look on his face. Had I not seen him, it wouldn’t have mattered. You can hear the distaste in his voice as those words leave his mouth.
Copper goes to stand and launch at him but is held back by Sever and Butcher. Prez mutters under his breath and stands, commanding all our attention with a single movement.
“I don’t need to know who you used. I need you to ensure this doesn’t return to us again.Youtook their drugs, not us. If any of my brothers show up dead because of this action, you will lose more than your whipping boy. I know we are family, but sometimes you must cut off the hand to save the whole arm. Clear?” Cowboy lords over him as Artem looks almost bored with him.
“You and I know I am more than a hand that feeds you. But sure, I will agree if that means I can leave. I had my men tailing the cops. This town is full of shifty fucking cops looking to make an extra buck. It turns out one, in particular, is a fucking moron. My guy tailed a junkie who was close to Stephens. Trying to go for a different angle to get answers,” he waves his hand dismissively,“and found Stephens outside their storage unit. My guy called me, we waited it out, and once the coast was clear, we robbed them blind. It’s not that hard to get answers when youactuallywork for them.” his smug smile stretches as Cowboy lets out a breath.“You have your answer. Judge, tell Elvira I look forward to dinner tomorrow.” he leaves church, followed closely by his right-hand man.
