Page 171 of Claimed By a King


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“I want to move the Cunts,” I announce, and everyone falls still, except for Zoe at my side, who leans forward to shoot me a ‘what the fuck’ expression. “Slasher, contact Cain and see if he can take the women on until this is over.”

“You want to split us up?” Zoe snaps, and I eye her, hoping she’s not about to rip me a new one in front of my brothers.

“I want the Cunts safe. It will also help to illuminate and narrow down other… possibilities.”

“You mean a rat?” Stretch asks and I nod, not wanting to say those words out loud. Not again.

“How long are you thinking?” Munroe asks, ashing his cigarette before he takes another drag and I sit back in my seat.

“As long as it takes to catch Gunner and end this. You can still visit the Cunts. I’ll get Zoe to draw up a schedule.”

The men nod, but Zoe’s eyes are still piercing the side of my head. Reluctantly, I glance at her.

With a hitched brow, she looks at me, unimpressed. “I hope you don’t think I’m going to Dirty Diamonds, too?”

“Well—”

“I’m not going.” She cuts me off, her blue eyes filled with anger. “You know I’m not the mole, and I’m sure as shit not going to go and hide because someone is trying to play mind games with us. I won’t let fear rule me.”

Smirking, I reach for the pack of cigarettes on the table and tap one out, pinching it between my fingers as I glance back at her.

“I was going to say I’m not letting you out of my sight, so you’ll be staying with me.” I shrug, and my brothers chuckle as I close my lips over the smoke and light it up.

Zoe’s expression falls to a whole new level of unimpressed before she rolls her eyes.

“It’s good to see we’re on the same page then,” she huffs, flopping backward in the seat with her arms crossed over her chest.

Exhaling the smoke to join the haze passively floating above our heads, I refocus on my brothers.

“Slasher, I want you to stay with the women at Dirty Diamonds. Take Titch too.” I announce before taking another deep drag. “I want them protected by our men. Zoe and I will come to help get the Cunts settled and I’ll have a chat with Dante and Cain. I’m sure they can assign some of their men too, but they’re our Cunts. So we protect them.” My wordsturn sharp as I try to speak while holding the smoke in my lungs, and when I stop speaking, I release it.

“And the rest of us?” Tex asks from further down the table.

“Everyone else is to remain here. The war isn’t over yet, but it will be soon.”

“Has Dante’s crew found any new information on Gunner, yet?” Munroe asks, and I shake my head.

I spent some time on the phone with Dante last night. His men have scoured the streets of Santa Cruz and Watsonville and everything in between, and there have been no sightings of Gunner. CCTV and facial rec haven’t picked him up either, and there’s been no visitors to the Reapers’ safehouses.

He’s a fucking ghost.

“No new intel yet, but they won’t stop until we have him.”

Everyone nods, most likely knowing there’d be nothing new to tell since they know I’d share it with them as soon as I get it.

“Okay. Slasher, pull Titch from his watch at the gate and tell him to pack a bag.” My eyes move to Sully. “Sul, you can take Titch’s watch for now.”

“Yep.” He nods in agreement, and I glance around the table.

“Tex, Munroe and Stretch. Go tell the Cunts they are going on a little vacation and help them pack.”

When they nod, I lift the gavel and slam it on the table surface with a bang.

My brothers stand and leave, but Slasher hangs back.

“Any thoughts on who might be our mole?”

I shake my head. “Nope. If it’s a Cunt, I’m hoping you and Titch notice any strange behavior. I’ll watch the men. Let’s see what the next twenty-four hours bring.”

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