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“There is often a lot of work involved uncoverin’ criminals who hide as businessmen, but it’s not impossible,” Jett says. “It seems unlikely that Forger is dealing with anybody that goddamn smart or anyone that rich. It’s probably some dirty hustler sellin’ drugs on the street corner. We could be barkin’ up the wrong tree, but either way, we’ll get to the bottom of it.”
“Or it could be worse than we thought,” Harlem goes on. “Indigo said he had a lot of connections. Dealin’ is what he knows, and that means he has connections with every goddamn scumbag in this city.”
Yep, we’re fucked, and that annoys me the most. Nobody has seen or heard from any of the Devils since the night of the fire. It’s like they literally disappeared. The old club had a habit of doing the exact same thing, then they randomly pop back up again in another part of the city.
“They can’t have just vanished,” I say. “Someone knows somethin’. The trouble in this town is you never know who’s with you one minute and turnin’ against you the next. It’s cutthroat.”
“Don’t trust the Irish,” Jett agrees in a low voice. “For now, they’re not implicated, and I doubt they have anythin’ to do with it, but no stone will go unturned. We’re checkin’ out every single lead.”
Harlem gives him a chin lift. “Appreciate it.”
The Irish mafia helped us out with the Devils originally, providing back up when the club was under siege. We walked away with all our men intact, and we formed an alliance.
We would look the other way as long as they stayed on their side of the city and dealt drugs away from our side. We wouldn’t ask any questions and they’d keep it out of schools and the streets. It seems to be working well. Crime rates in the city are at an all-time low, and I’m not saying that’s why, but sometimes you gotta just do what you can do and turn a blind eye to the rest.
Without Rock, Jett, and a mutual associate; Linc, a friend of our brothers in Bracken Ridge Arizona, things would be even slower. I keep reminding myself of that every time I want to yell at them for taking so long. Rock is just one man, and he still runs the trucking business. Right now, Cash has ordered Rock to work on this full time until we get something. At this point, anything would be better than a bunch of dead ends.
“Soon as we know anythin’, you’ll be the first to know,” Rock says, looking between us.
I nod. “Things are different when they go after women and children,” I mutter. “We all know that shit don’t fly, even with the Irish.”
“Know it,” Rock answers. “We’ll get them. But the slippery little fuckers know how to hide. The thing that concerns me the most is the fact they’re being protected, most likely in underworld circles. You say you don’t trust the Irish, but now may be an opportune time to test that loyalty. We may need them.”
“If the Devils are gainin’ traction in the underworld, then we need to be ready,” Harlem agrees. “Ryder and Cash have called a meetin’ tomorrow at church. Need to put all the cards on the table and pull all our resources.”
“Agreed,” Jett chimes. “All the women are livin’ in fear. Can’t have that. Can’t live lookin’ over your shoulder, wonderin’ if you’re gonna be next.”
A painful thought hits me right in the chest at Luna ever being hurt. If that ever happened, there is no rock they could hide under where I wouldn’t find them.
It feels almost as if the club and its members are like a ticking time bomb.
And I get what Harlem is saying. The women and children can’t live looking over their shoulders wherever they go. It’s bullshit.
If Forger took his own kid and almost killed her out of revenge, what would he have in store for anyone else? I shudder at the thought.
“Tomorrow at church,” Harlem says, “we’ll run some ideas by Cash and work out what the fuck is next. Might even mean sendin’ prospects downtown and undercover. Plenty of lowdownbars and clubs. Pipes thinks on his feet. So does Rodeo when he’s not goofin’ off.”
“Could be a plan,” I agree. “Just need one fuckin’ break. All this is goin’ on, and in the meantime, Forger is out there with numbers on his side. The type of members he’d be recruitin’ would be unhinged criminals, and there’d be a lot of them. Not exactly like they’ve got much to lose if he’s offerin’ them deals or to join the MC. We don’t want him gettin’ numbers.”
Nope. We don’t. Forming a club bigger than ours would be a threat. It would change the status quo. And we don’t want Forger getting bigger than his boots before we can stamp this out. I don’t like the uncertainty, and I sure as hell don’t like the fact they’re hidin’ like goddamn little pussy boys.
“Fuckin’ agree,” Harlem says. “And remember what we said. Me and Tag get first dibs at them. Ain’t fuckin’ around here boys.”
“Know it,” Rock says at the same time Jett gives us a chin lift.
“You know we want them fuckin’ dead as much as you do,” Jett says. “The more they suffer, the better.”
I go to stand. I’ve got some business to take care of and my cock is aching at the thought of it.
“You goin’ back to the depot?” I say to Rock. In reality, I just need to know if he’s gonna show up unexpectedly.
“Nope. Gonna work from here for a coupla hours,” he replies.
Jas helped clean out the storage room next to hers so Rock and Jett could have a space to work from when they needed to.
“Gotta go sort Luna’s fuckin’ car out,” I say.
“Piece of shit needs to be burned,” Rock replies.
