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This is big, real fucking big. Clunk’s photo and Jimmer Carson’s police record all in the same file as a pedophile take down operation.
I call Prez and get nothing, so I try Jessie straight after.
“Brax, I’m kinda in the middle of summit.” He finally picks up on my third attempt at getting hold of him.
“Jessie, focus, this is important. I need you to ride out to Red Rock point, take the first left and then follow the dirt track, right to the top. There’s a cabin. Meet me there.” I hang up the phone before he can argue, then scrub my hand over my face while I think about what I’m gonna do.
“Brax, what’s going on?” Gracie looks scared, real fucking scared, and it’s hard not to reach out and grab her.
“I need to get us some help. That man…” I point to the photo that's still in her hand. “He runs another club. One that we ain’t on good terms with,” I explain.
“So why are you so shocked that he has something to do with this?” she asks innocently.
“Because, for all our differences, there’s one rule every motorcycle club sticks by. One thing that binds us.”
“What’s that?” Gracie looks back at me like she’s hanging on my next words.
“Never kids…”
Some of us may be despicable excuses for human beings, but even we have morals.
“So what has all this got to do with your Prez?” She asks the question that’s going over and over in my own head.
“That’s what I gotta find out.”
Jessie arrives a half-hour later, taking in his surroundings as he gets off his bike and comes toward the cabin door. I open up the screen and let him inside.
“What the fuck is this place?” he asks, scouting the room and looking impressed.
“Mine,” I offer no further explanation, there ain’t time for one.
“You never fail to shock me, Brax Marshall.” He shakes his head and sniggers. “So tell me, what’s so important that I’ve had to drag my dick outta my old lady to be here?” Pulling his smokes from his cut pocket, he places one between his lips before tossing the pack across the table at me. I take one and slide the file over for him to read for himself. Then I watch his eyes widen, with the same shock mine did.
“Shit.” He throws the file back down, then rubs his hand over his spikey jaw.
“How much did you know about this?” his eyes flick over to Gracie, who up until now he hasn’t acknowledged. It’s not in Jessie’s nature to be rude, which is how I know he hasn’t made up his mind if she’s a threat or not yet.
“She didn’t even know her mom was an agent,” I answer his question for her. Jessie tips his head toward the door, and I place my hand on Gracie’s shoulder to let her know it’s okay before I follow him outside, internally cursing myself for touching her like that, especially in front of Jessie.
Jessie stands and stares out into the forest with a real troubled look on his face.
“Prez ain’t got anything to do with this,” he tells me, keeping his eyes focused on the trees.
“I want to believe that, Jessie, but—”
“But nothin’. It's fuckin’ kids, Brax,” he cuts me off. “Kids… ain't no way Prez is involved.”
“So why did I have orders to take the girl?” I want Prez to be innocent of this shit as much as Jessie does, but even he has to admit things ain’t looking good.
“You trust the girl?” Jessie asks, his eyes narrow as they look back toward the house.
“Yeah, I trust her,” I answer without hesitation. Jessie knows I don’t trust easily, so he won’t question me on it.
“I got an idea.” Jessie pulls out his cell. “You better go grab your cut,” he nods at me as he places his phone to his ear.
I leave him on the porch and go back inside. Gracie stands up from the table, looking relieved to see me, and I keep my face blank as I walk past her and pick my cut up from the back of the couch. I’m showing too much affection toward her, she’s starting to expect it. Sliding it on, I realize this is the first time she’s seen me wear it and just like I predicted, her eyes seem to suddenly lose their admiration of me.
“Brax?” I hear Jessie call me from outside, and I offer her a courteous nod of the head as I make my way back out to him.
