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“I don’t even know what the fuck that means,” Blood sniggers to Fender.
Mothman rolls his eyes. “You guys are even more fucked up than my club.”
Hangman stabs his finger at him. “Shut it or I’ll send you in with the idiot.”
Mothman smirks but shuts up.
Hangman turns to me. “Fine, you want your playmates, they’re all yours.” He says to Rocky and Red. “You go with him then. Get it done tonight.”
“Tomorrow’s better, Prez,” Rider says. “Gotta move the horse tonight and I’ll need Trigger along to help.”
We all wince. Never a good idea to get all logical with the Prez, but seems we’ve fucked with his mojo today. “Fine. Move the fuckin’ horse first, then get Dino done. This is gonna get Crip all hot and bothered and I need some entertainment.”
“Okay.” To Rider, Red and Rocky, I say, “We’ll get together later to sort the stuff out once we get things settled with Evanee and Wendy.”
Hangman rubs his temples. “You’re givin’ me a fucking headache. Who the fuck is Wendy?”
Joker intervenes. “The assistant at the clinic. She and Evanee are comin’ here where’s it safe.” Then he does something inexplicable. “Church’s over. Only ones who stay are Hangman, Reaper, Trigger, and me.”
Everyone freezes, waiting for Joker to die, but Hangman doesn’t react other then to say, “Don’t tell me when church is over, asshole.” He looks at the rest of us. “You heard him. Get out.”
When we’re alone, I tell the prez about the DEA agents.
It goes as well as I expected.
“Those cocksuckers got some balls! How the fuck are they walking around Sagebrush without anyone knowing!” He jabs his finger at me, but he’s yelling at all of us as if it’s our fault.
“Ask the cops,” Joker snaps. “Jackson’s supposed to be keepin’ an eye on who’s coming and going in this town.”
“The goddammed asshole is too busy harassing the vet about the horse to be useful,” Reaper growls. “Time to tune him in.”
Hangman turns to me, “Can we trust this Wendy?”
I nod, hoping I’m not wrong. “Evanee says we can. Besides Wendy isn’t stupid enough to play one side against the other. We don’t offer her anything but her safety right now. We can reward her later if she draws the motherfuckers out.”
Hangman looks pointedly at us. “This don’t get out. Between us. Understand? This is our opportunity to get those fucks and whoever they got inside our club.”
“No to talking to Eight,” he says to Reaper. “No Rocky or Red,” he says to me. “They ain’t the ones ratting us out, but right now, the fewer that know, the less chance it’s gonna get around.” He pauses. “You gotta tell the vet and the assistant to keep their mouths shut.”
“Don’t gotta tell them,” I grumble. “Evanee knows better.”
“I wanna talk to them.” He looks at his watch as he stands. “Not at the clubhouse. I’ll let you know when and where.” Then he stalks out.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
Evanee
Wendy and I arrive at the clubhouse to find it quieter than usual. Ash is lounging on a chair, one leg over the arm, texting on his phone. Brielle is sitting on the floor playing on a tablet and the three boys are parked on the couch. Max glares at me, and Sean and Oscar ignore me, but they all gaze curiously at Wendy.
Wendy is looking around the room with interest. Her eyes skip over the children to the beautiful mural of the Hell’s Jury logo that dominates one of the walls, then the pool table, then the bar and the women next to it.
I don’t see Haley, but her sidekick is talking with Verity. It’s not a friendly conversation, but that doesn’t surprise me.
“Jess,” I tell Wendy as I nod towards the blond beauty who’s waving her hands in the air. “And the other is Verity.”
Verity pulls a pack of cigarettes from her purse and Wendy’s eyes light up. She beelines towards Hangman’s ex. “You got one to spare?”
Verity peers at Wendy, her eyes narrowing. “Who are you?”
