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“Just got a text from Prez. We got a meeting.” Nyx slips his phone into his cut as he comes out of the men's room.
“You better come too, darlin’.” I look at Maddy, whose red-rimmed eyes are already starting to look concerned.
“Me?” she looks surprised.
“Yeah, if my plan’s gonna work, I’m gonna need you to work your magic.” I wink.
All eyes are on me as I stand in the member's bar and face my confused-looking brothers.
“I’ve just been speaking to Roswell,” I begin, hoping they aren't gonna fight me on the decision I’ve made. “Hawker had a good case on the club before he got taken out.”
“Well, yeah, but nothing concrete, it was all assumptions, not actually evidence,” Maddy interjects.
“What he has ain’t on any database or computer file, he’d been working with Chop. We got our own evidence on that.” I watch Prez’s face start to crease.
“And where might that file be now?” Brax stands up and starts to pace.
“With Alex's father,” I speak up, knowing it’s gonna throw the room into panic.
“You mean Commissioner fuckin’ Foster?” He suddenly stops and looks at me with flared nostrils.
“He used it to make her leave town, told her he’d expose the club if she didn't go with him.”
“Fuck.” Brax slams his foot into a stool, sending it across the room.
The rest of my brothers mumble under their breaths and exchange worried looks.
“This is bad.” Prez stands on his feet and scratches his stubble while he thinks.
“Well, it’s about to get worse, because I’m riding out to Illinois to bring Alex back.” I expect a protest, chaos, but nobody says a word, and I wonder if they actually heard what I just said.
“You got a plan?” Prez positions himself in front of me, looking serious.
“Why do you think I invited little Miss Fatal Fingers to the party?” I look over his shoulder at a perplexed-looking Maddy. If Jessie were here, this would be his time to step in and be mad. He hates us using his old lady for anything dangerous.
“What do you need me to do?” she asks, drawing a smile on her lips.
“Mads, you don’t know what this is yet…” Prez places a hand on her shoulder, but she shakes her head at him.
“No, I don't, but I do know that it involves Alex, who was clearly prepared to put her own happiness aside to help this club.” Hearing it from someone else's mouth makes it hit harder.
“We owe this to her, and do you really want that file out there in someone else’s hands?” she questions him before she turns her attention back to me. “Just tell me what you need, Squealer.” She smiles, despite the fact I know she’s hurting.
“You wanna be a Private Investigator, right?”
Maddy looks a little embarrassed as she nods back at me.
“Then I want you to investigate the fuck out of Alex's dad. You give us anything dirty you got on him. I wanna know everything, from how he got that file, down to what time he takes a shit in the morning. Because when it comes to playing fire with fire, the Dirty Souls are gonna win.”
The boys have a drink and talk for a while about the latest development. If any of them are skeptical about me getting Alex back and putting the club in jeopardy, nobody voices that opinion. Maddy’s already making a start. She’s set herself up at a table in the corner and is doing her thing, she’s probably welcoming the distraction from worrying about Jessie.
I finish talking to Prez and head over to her.
“You know I’d understand if you wanted to get some sleep and start on this tomorrow.” I sit opposite her, fiddling with a beer mat that’s on the table. I’m antsy as fuck. I wanted to be on the road hours ago. But we’re doing this shit right. Foster has skeletons hanging in his closet, I can sense it, and this girl right here's the one to find them.
“You wanna get your girl back, don’t cha?” She looks up from her screen with a smirk.
“More than anything,” I sigh. I’m done pretending that I'm not crushed about losing her.
