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“Very.”
“When was the last time you laid eyes on your man Hog?” I stand, not wanting to look at her anymore. Her betrayal to us will not go unpunished, but I plan to play with her the way she played with Pretty Boy and Shakespeare, and whoever else she dug her claws into.
“Do you know who I am?” she asks like her status with the Wolves means shit to me. Of course I know she’s Hogs, or at least she’s supposed to be his. “I talk to him every day.”
“Texting isn’t talking, Maria, neither is it seeing him.”
“What are you getting at?”
“You know we’ve been looking into the Wolves, digging into their business and past. I know you know because you told Raymond as much, and then we discovered the warehouse they’ve been working at was cleared out.”
“You talk too much, Vortex. Anyone ever told you that?”
“There’s been a coup, Triple Time.”
“A coup?”
“Hog and his most trusted men have… disappeared. And from what we’ve gathered, they’ve been gone for quite some time. With them missing in action, who’s stepped up to the plate to run the MC? I will give you one guess, Maria.”
“You’re lying,” she sobs, her smugness completely dissolved. “You’re a fucking liar.”
“I’m going to ask you one last time, Maria. When was the last time you laid eyes on Hog?”
“He’s not dead. He can’t be dead.” She shakes her head, wiping at the tears falling freely from her eyes. Gone is the viper. In her place is now a broken woman. The orders she thought Hog gave her weren’t from him. We can’t prove it, but at this moment, I know Hog and his crew were murdered by one of their own. “Hog, Nacho and a few others went up north six weeks ago. They were supposed to be back by now, but there were some issues keeping them there.”
“Who did he leave in charge?” I press, hoping the revelation of what I’ve just told her will make her turn. Nacho was vice president, and I assumed whatever pulled them away from the club, they took their SOA and enforcers with them.
“Tot—tormentor.”
“Do you know where he is?” She nods before looking up at me.
“Only on the condition you make my death quick,” she sniffles, and tries to sit up straight. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I’ll tell you everything I know.”
“Deal,” I whisper, looking from her to Pretty Boy standing behind her. I don’t know if the woman meant something to him, but he nods, letting me know he’ll take care of her when we get what we need.
FOURTEEN
EVERLEIGH
Why does my fucking head hurt?I think while trying to open my eyes. But they feel like lead, heavy and uncontrollable.
I’m leaning against a cold, concrete wall and my arms are high above my head. They are secured at my wrist, and whatever it is cuts into the sensitive flesh when I try to bring them down.
What the fuck?
Slowly my sense of sound and smell come around, straining to make sense of the way my body feels, and why it’s so fucking cold. The muscles around my eyes ache, but I crack them open.
It’s dark, and from the smell of it, wet.
I look up, checking to see what is fashioned around my wrists and see thick plastic zip ties holding them securely to an old rusty pipe.
“Finally,” a man grunts nearby. The sound of his voice makes me pause. My head snaps in his direction and I release a strangled gasp. “I was starting to think Triple Time gave you a little too much of her special little cocktail, princess.”
Memories of Millie, and then Maria, and finally Raymond plays through my mind. A feeling of dread settles deep into my body, and but I push it down, far away from mind as possible.
I’ve got to keep a clear head.
Shit.
