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Legacy stands up, slamming his hands on the table. Shaking my head once, I clear my throat. “I think he’s someone who likes to play mind games, and that’s what he’s doing right now.”
“He also likes to catch you off guard and will come for your back when you’ve turned around like the pussy he is.”
I hum, rocking back on my heels, then I run my fingers through my hair before I ball it in a fist and place it on my hip. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but this shit is ridiculous, and I need that asshole to show his face so I can take care of him.
“I’ll be ready,” I grind out.
Justin stands, leaning over slightly and placing his palms on the desk. His eyes find mine before he speaks. “You love her?” he asks.
“Not your fuckin’ business,” I volley back.
He growls, straightening his back, “I’m fucking serious. Do you love her?”
I take one step forward, dipping my chin, and find his gaze with mine. “And I’m fucking serious. It ain’t your fuckin’ business. She’s carrying my baby, she’s my woman, and that is all you need to fuckin’ know.”
Justin’s lips curve up into a grin. “Good to know you love her.”
I hear Legacy snort in the background, and I know he finds this shit hilarious. He was the first of us to fall when he met Henli, and here I am, another domino to add to his goddamn crew of taken brothers.
Charley and Justin slip into the bar just as the men start to file into the conference room. If this weren’t a sensitive matter with the women, cages, and Logan, I honestly would put it off to continue the conversation with Charley and Justin instead of putting it on pause until we’re done here.
But the fact is that this takes precedence. The fact that we could all possibly end up in prison as Logan’s fall guys is a very real and tangible threat. I fucking refuse to be his anything. In fact, when this is done, Reese’s brother or not, I never want to see the motherfucker again.
“I am calling this meeting to order,” Legacy calls out as he slams his gavel down.
ChapterTwenty-Four
AGONY
Legacy’s eyesscan the room before he speaks. He clears his throat before he begins to tell the rest of the men what is happening. Not all the brothers know the details. This was something we were going to do, then move on with our legitimacy.
When he’s finished laying the groundwork of the whos and whys, he informs everyone that the next huge shipment of women is supposed to be the last. That this is the shipment that will yield the big players for the feds.
“So, what the fuck is going on now?” Hellcat demands.
Legacy jerks his chin toward me. Obviously, it’s my turn to speak. I clear my throat as I stand up from my seat. Leaning over the table slightly, I place my palms on the cool wood, feeling the firmness beneath my palms and wondering if I could break the table in half if I pushed hard enough.
Flicking my gaze between my brothers, I tell them what I saw when I went to Logan’s warehouse and then what I think is going to happen. They stare at me, and I’m not sure if it’s in surprise or what.
“A warehouse room full of cages, more like dog kennels, and they already had some filled with girls. Others are empty and waiting.”
“What are you saying?” Hellcat asks. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“I don’t know exactly,” I reply. “Logan is Reese’s brother, and I thought he would protect us, not just because of that, but also because we’re helping him. Now, I’m not so sure that’s what’s going to happen. I’m not even certain he’s working for the feds at this point or if he’s doing this shit on the side. I haven’t seen or heard from his sidekick Stoker at all.”
“You think he’s going to fuck us,” Itch grunts.
Nodding once, I slide my tongue out and across my bottom lip before I speak again. “I think he’s going to fuck us. We’re going to take some kind of fall, us and the Hell’s Souls.”
The room goes silent. I can tell the men are thinking. If they’re anything like me, they’re all imagining being handcuffed and hauled into jail, especially Legacy, who was just released not long ago.
“So, how the fuck do we stop this from happening?” Diablo asks.
I got not a single fucking clue, but I don’t tell any of them that. Instead, I wait for my president to speak as I sink back down into the cushion of my chair. I reach for the bottle of beer in front of me, bring it to my lips, and suck down a large gulp.
Legacy stands and takes over for me, which is best because I am not the man in charge in the slightest. I’m just telling everyone what I know and what I think is going to happen. If they all vote to continue onward with no changes, I’ll follow them.
“I don’t know how to stop anything, but we need a plan,” Legacy murmurs. “A plan that will keep us from being locked up.”
