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Devil turned to Manic. “You didn’t run it by me first?”
“There wasn’t time, pres. I had to be sure shit was legit before I brought it to you. Not with the package still M.I.A.”
“Yeah,” Devil mumbled as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “Do that shit again, and I’ll fuck you up.”
Manic swallowed. “Understood.”
“So Spook is coming here?” I asked to clarify.
“He is,” Manic confirmed.
Devil swung his gaze to Forge. “Why the fuck am I only seeing you now?”
“Because I’ve been doing a dark dive on the web, pres. Found a bunch of shit out about this cult. Bad shit. They’ve gotconnections high in government. Men with power, money, and influence. Taking them down won’t be easy.”
“But it can be done?”
“I’m standin’ here, right? I’ve already been hacking into financials, gathering information, and starting a paper trail that can prove the involvement of their members. Up to now, it’s been secret and black-market shit. All done under the table. I won’t let them get away with it.”
“You’re gonna need help,” Devil concluded.
“Yeah. I want to bring in Xenon from the Tonopah Bastards. He’s a fucking genius with this shit.”
“I’ll contact Grim. Our conversation is overdue.” Devil ticked his chin at the door. “Keep at it, Forge.”
Forge nodded, slipping out in a hurry to return to his computer room and all his gadgets.
“I need to bring this to church. Be ready in an hour.”
Manic nodded before heading out next, an anxious expression on his face. I wondered if he was worried about Bianca.
Devil picked up his phone and dialed a number. I heard it ring twice before a gruff voice answered.
“Devil. Heard about your situation from Spook.”
“Yeah, got some shit to sort and need your help, Grim.”
“You know I have your back, brother.”
“That’s why I called.”
I didn’t stay to listen to the rest of the conversation. A certain brunette kept popping back into my head, and I had to get the fuck out of there and on the back of my bike for a few minutes before I did something stupid.
Chapter 9
“We need to talk, Raiden.” I gestured to my office, closing the door behind him after we entered. “It’s about Henny.”
He leaned against the wall and crossed his legs at the ankles, gesturing with his hand for me to go ahead and rip off the band-aid. He never liked to waste time. “Fire away.”
“She’s a victim of the cult.”
“Are you sure?”
I knew what he wanted: for me to confirm that detail so we wouldn’t have sympathy for her if she lied. But Henny wasn’t a liar. She could have lied multiple times and never did.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Did you notice her reaction at breakfast?”
“I did. It doesn’t have to mean she’s personally had an interaction with them.”
