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Nodding, Gunner takes out his phone, tapping the screen, and then passes it over to Rocco.
Shifting my chair closer, I look over Rocco’s shoulder and take in the screen, and the footage of Mama C and Zoe entering my room. Since there are no cameras in my room, we can’t see what they are doing inside, but soon enough Alana walks up to the door holding a backpack, and when the door opens, Mama C clearly in view, Alana hands her the bag as she walks in and the door closes.
Fuck! It’s the same fucking backpack Zoe had with her when I found her hiding out in that shitty motel.
“What does this prove?” Rocco hisses, and Gunner gestures his head to the device in Rocco’s hand.
“Keep watching.”
So we do, and eventually the door to my room opens again, showing Mama stepping out while talking, with Alana and Zoe standing in the doorway.
Then, Mama C gives Zoe a hug.
The type of hug that looks like a goodbye hug.
Then before she goes, she points to Alana saying something before walking off, and Zoe and Alana retreat back into my apartment.
“Why is there no fucking sound?” Rocco snaps, his eyes darting up to Gunner’s and Gunner shrugs.
“We didn’t buy a system that picks up sound inside the clubhouse.”
“I still don’t see how this implicates Mama.” I interrupt, even though the backpack has a big fucking warning bell going off in my head. Along with that hug.
“That bag.” Rocco starts, his voice cracking. “It’s Cara’s.”
Shit.
SHIT!
“There’s more footage. Even though it’s of Alana walking Zoe to the back doors and pointing out the hole in the fence, it’s kind of clear that Mama was the one who orchestrated it.”
Rocco is vibrating with tension, as we continue watching exactly what Gunner described, and the last thing I see is Zoe disappearing through the hole in the fucking fence.
Fuck!
“Get out!” Rocco barks at Gunner. “And find Zoe. Tell her to get her ass in here.”
Nodding, Gunner stands and leaves, not looking back, and both Rocco and I fall silent.
This isn’t good. Especially if others know it was Mama. Undermining the Prez is a strict fucking no, no, which means Mama C is fucked.
A few minutes pass, and the silence is nearly unbearable, but a light tap at the door a moment later has my heart rate picking up.
“Come in.” Rocco calls, and a second later, the door eases open, and Zoe appears in fresh clean clothes. Something I’m glad of since I don’t really want Rocco seeing the evidence of her orgasm in this serious moment. Or ever for that matter.
Her blue gaze finds me quickly, and her shoulders relax, something that surprises me since I know she still doesn’t trust me… but maybe she does.
“Zoe. Thank you for coming.” Rocco nods his head at her and she eyes him warily, but nods back.
Sitting forward, Rocco rests his forearms on the table. “I need to ask you a serious question, and I urge you to answer me truthfully.”
Instantly, worry has her shoulders tense and her brows tugging together, and she shrugs. “My track record proves that telling the truth around here hasn’t helped me before. So I make no promises.”
There she is. The brat.
Mybrat.
“I suggest you try hard, Zoe.” He urges, before finally asking her what we all want to know. “The night you ran off from here, was it Mama C who helped you?”
