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August, one of the Nomads, and I lean against the door, his arms folded over his chest. Everyone is in the room—Heather and Reid are at the table, Axel and Taz are on FaceTime, Addie is leaning against the wall, Ryder and his new family are huddled together. We’re all staring at Bash, waiting.
“Sebastian,” Addie says. She and Mom are the only ones who can call him that without getting hurt. “What’s going on?”
He pauses and runs his hands through his hair before turning toward the table and looking at us. He looks fucking wrecked. But Reid’s words bounce around in my head.
Could he have betrayed us?
“When I first got the Prez patch,” he taps the patch on the front of his cut, “a guy named John Oliver Carmichael approached me. He wanted to hire me–well, he wanted to hire the club to be his muscle. He wanted us to work for him, but I told him we didn’t do that shit and to fuck off. He didn’t like that answer.” Reid’s eyes find mine again and narrow slightly.
“But what was Jackson talking about?” Addie asks. “What are we ignoring?”
“We’re ignoring the bigger fish,” Bash says. “We’re ignoring Carmichael.”
“Who is this guy?” Ryder asks. “We’ve never heard of him before.”
“He’s some rich fuckin’ asshole in L.A.,” he responds.
“What did he need muscle for?” Axel asks, his voice garbled through the phone. “What did he want us to do?”
“He wanted us to run guns and drugs and kill his competitors,” Bash says. “Said he'd pay us a shit ton of money if we did it for him, but–” He shakes his head, and I let out a breath. The way this is going, it doesn’t sound like he’s turned on us. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if he had. I don’t know if I could kill my Prez. “That’s not us. We don’t do that shit. And I think if we would’ve gotten mixed up with it, we’d be running girls right now.”
“What are we missing?” I ask.
“While you’ve been focusing on these auctions and keeping our girls safe, I’ve kept tabs on Carmichael. He owns Montgomery and every other fuckin’ ringleader in California. He’s recently expanded his business and has started buying and selling girls. He’s buying, taking them to these brothels around the world, and selling them to the highest bidder. Sometimes he doesn’t even sell them. He just sends them to the street to sell their bodies and collects the money they make at the end of the week.” My mind is reeling trying to keep up with everything.
“So, why distract us from that?” Ryder asks. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Because if he thinks we’re distracted, he thinks our guard is down.”
“You think he’s gonna try to attack us here?” August asks. “Why does he want our guard down?”
“He’s going to try to take over The Brotherhood,” Bash says darkly. “He’s trying to get me taken out and have the rat take the Prez patch so he can own us.” My body recoils at that.
“Why not find a club who wants to work for him?” Ryder asks. “This doesn’t make any fucking sense.”
“Because we have chapters all over the country, we’re well respected,” Bash says. “If he owned The Brotherhood, imagine how much damage he could do.”
“We need to figure out who the fuck the rat is,” Reid says, saying exactly what I’m fucking thinking. Bash takes a deep breath and Addie rests her hand on his back.
“I know who it is.”
The room goes deathly silent, the air thick as we all stare at him. As soon as he gives a name, I’m walking out and killing the motherfucker.
“I’m a fucking idiot. I’m the biggest fucking idiot and let his son into our ranks.”
“Carmichael’s son?” Addie asks, her voice breathless. “Who—”
“Ginger,” Bash says. “Ginger is the rat.” My breath gets lost and my body begins to vibrate. I don’t hear anything else as I begin to pace.
I need to kill him. I need to kill him. I have to take out the threat. I have to protect my family. I have to kill him. I can’t let him hurt anyone. I need to fucking kill him.
“We need to kill him,” I say and turn toward the door. August steps in front of me, and I glare at him. “I’m gonna hang him from his fucking dick.” I start pacing again. “Gonna kill him. Gonna fuckin’ ruin him. Gonna—”
Someone calls my name, but I’m too far gone.
I need to kill the threat.
