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“I told you—”
“For fuck’s sake! Can we focus on the real fucking issue here?” Rocco slams his fist on the table, and instead of flinching back like I did, Cain leans closer, waiting to see what else Rocco will say. “I want every last fucking Reaper dead!”
Cain nods, eagerly. “Yes. Let’s do that.”
“Let’s stop waiting for them to find us, and fucking find them and obliterate their fucking existence.” I interject, and their eyes swing to me.
“Yeah!” Cain slaps his hand on the table. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t suppose you have an arsenal of weapons we could raid?” Rocco asks Cain, and the smile that spreads his lips wide is sinister as fuck. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I’ve got so many weapons you guys will be blowing your fucking loads at the sight of them.”
“I fucking hope not.” Stretch cringes and everyone chuckles.
No one has brought up the absence of Slasher. Alana came to Rocco and asked if he could be excused, so he agreed, given the circumstances, but that will only fly for so long. Once we obliterate the Reapers, Slasher will be expected to step up again.
“Any idea where they are hiding out?” Munroe asks and Rocco and I share a look.
“We have a rough idea.” I offer, still concerned about revealing too much in case Gunner wasn’t the mole, and they are still within our ranks. “Has anyone got an update on Tido?”
Our eyes inside the surveillance team within the Santa Cruz Police Department has been MIA since around the Fourth of July, and as everyone shakes their heads, I turn my sights on Rocco.
“The police commissioner isn’t returning my calls.” Rocco admits, and fuck, it really feels like the whole world is turning against us right fucking now.
“So who dealt with the clubhouse?” Tex asks and Rocco shares another look with me.
“Detectives Nelson and Caruso.” Rocco declares.
“Aren’t they the detectives who are investigating Zoe’s mom and sister’s murders?” Stretch asks this time and I nod.
“Yes. Those fuckers aren’t going anywhere.”
“Which is why we need to hurry up and put an end to this fucking Reaper war.”
A faint snore falls from Zoe’s lips, and the men start chuckling.
“How can she sleep with that music blaring in her ears?” Doug asks and I shrug one shoulder, careful not to disturb my sleeping princess.
A tap on the door draws our attention, and Titch pokes his head in, looking concerned like he’s about to get yelled at.
“Ah, I got the message.”
I straighten in my chair, causing Zoe to stir a little.
“Get in here.” I snap, and he hurries inside.
I hold my hand out, and he scurries around the table to get to me, placing his phone in my hand.
Exclusive Party. Invite only. Come if you’re game.
Pick Up Location: Rodeo Park, Live Oak.
When: 4pm, tomorrow.
Do not divulge this information to anyone.
Rocco leans over to read the message too, nodding as he sits back.
