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“I thought church was for members only?” Smoke drawled. “Last I check, you two were not members of the Iron Fiends.”
“I’m sleeping with one,” Sloane pointed out. “That has to count for something, right?”
“Now, do you see why I wasn’t excited for you guys to get ol’ ladies?” Yarder muttered. “If you two wouldn’t have hooked up, then we wouldn’t have the state attorney general’s daughter sitting at our table.”
Sloane leaned forward and laid her hand on the table. “Is that why you have that bombass apartment? I always wondered how you were able to live there, but I just figured you were really good with money.”
“My mom left me a chunk of money when she died,” Dove explained. “My dad has nothing to do with my money. Well, other than he is the trustee of the trust, but I was working on that. I wasn’t lying when I told you I had a trust.”
“How honorable of you,” I smirked. “But you were going to get your hands on your trust by being a rat.” She was going to get her hands on her money by ratting out the club.
“I wasn’t a rat because I knew you guys weren’t up to anything bad. I just had to bide my time to make my dad think that I was really trying to get dirt on you, and then he would sign my trust over to me,” Dove explained.
“What would you have done if you found out we were dirty?” Yarder asked.
“Not tell my dad, that’s for sure,” she muttered. “And I wasn’t worried about thatbecause I knew you guys were clean,” she stressed.
“I don’t think she is a rat,” Sloane butted in. “I’ve known Dove for years, and I know she would never tattletale on people.” She pointed at Dove. “Do you remember the time when Gus from packaging snuck into the mixing room and messed with the measurements for the special edition funfetti? We both knew he was the one who messed up all of those batches, but we didn’t tell Grover. We took the blame, and Gus got off scot-free.”
“Do you hear yourself when you talk?” Fade chuckled. “Or do you just say whatever?”
Sloane flipped him off. “I know exactly what I just said. Dove is not a snitch, and I would know because I have worked with her for years.”
“But why did he want dirt on us?” Dice asked. “We’re a motorcycle club from Mt. Pleasant, not the likes of a huge club or anything.”
“We’re the most well-known club in Texas, and we’re about to be on a reality show. Frying us in front of cameras could have been career-changing for your dear old dad.” Yarder rapped his knuckles on the table. “Shot him right up to the US attorney general.”
Dove shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“Why were you gone for two weeks?” Compass asked. “It take you that long to figure out a plan to catch us in the act?”
Dove rolled her eyes. “It took me that long to let my father actually talk to me. Being kidnapped by my father’s goons is a surefire way to piss me off and zip it even when he really wants to talk to me.”
“She’s not lying.” Everyone’s gaze shifted to the door where Russ Finley stood. “She didn’t want to do any of this. I had to bribe her.”
Dove bugged her eyes out and nodded her head sharply. “See,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
“May I come in?” Russ asked.
Yarder stood and motioned to the open chair between him and Compass. “Have a seat, Mr. Finley.”
Russ waved his hand at Yarder. “Just call me Russ. We’re on terms I didn’t see coming, but that doesn’t mean we need to be so formal. And I prefer to stand. It was a long ride in from Dallas.” He moved to the front of the table by Yarder and shook his hand.
Russ turned and looked around the table.
Having the Texas attorney general in church was something I never saw coming.
This dude was fancy suit, caviar, and jet planes, while the club was leather cuts, cold beer, and motorcycles. Talk about different worlds meeting.
“I would like to start off by saying thank you for keeping Dove safe and also sorry for making her betray your trust.” Russ nodded to Dove. “I lost count of the amount of times Dove told me you guys were clean.” He tipped his head to the side. “I didn’t believe her because I got some intel that claimed differently.”
“So instead of believing your daughter, you believed whatever this intel was,” I chimed in.
Yarder held up his hand toward. “Let him talk before we talk.”
I held up my hands. “Fine, fine,” I muttered. I could hold my tongue for a few minutes.
“My intel came from a very reliable source. One that had never steered me wrong before, but now it seems that has changed. Not only is the club in danger, but so are Dove and I.” Russ paced back and forth with his hands in his pockets. “You know the world is going downhill when I feel safer in a motorcycle club than I do in my own office in Dallas,” he mused.
