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Wolf added, “We’ll cut off the snake’s head and end this once and for all, brothers. I hope y’all understand what this means. We still need to find the mole in our club. Someone’s been feeding the Strong Riders information. How else would they have known that Cat claimed Demon at the party last night? Or that Gwenn would join us in Mexico?”
“Maybe we should set up some kind of trap?” Zion mused.
Wolf scratched his five o’ clock beard. “What kind of trap?”
Zion thought about his answer for a moment and said, “They’re eager to snatch Ariella again. Maybe we—”
Fox leaned forward, his eyes spitting fire across the table at Zion. “Over my dead body.”
Wolf and Zeus shared a look. Fox did a bad job in hiding his infatuation with his cousins’ friend. A mole wouldn’t have missed it, either.
“It’s not a bad idea,” Zeus said, his deep gravelly voice silencing the officers except Fox.
“It’s a fuckin’ bad idea. How would you feel if we asked Brass Balls to act like a sitting duck for the same cunts that already kidnapped her once?”
“My Old Lady already offered. I told her no fuckin’ way.”
“Classic Brass Balls. I wish I fought alongside with your Old Lady in Afghanistan,” Dragon said.
“Wasn’t Gwenn’s sister on tour with you?” Zion asked Dragon.
Zeus banged his gavel. “Save this talk for in the bar.”
“Sorry,” Zion said.
“We need to work this shit out, brothers. Since we’re on lockdown, I’ll bet my left nut on our mole spending lockdown with us at the clubhouse. Keep your eyes and ears open,” Zeus said.
“Did anyone see that blonde sweetbutt from last night anywhere?” Demon asked.
“Why? You want her to give you some head in front of Whirlwind again?” Dragon said, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
“She was out to stir trouble between me and my Old Lady. I think she’s planted by—”
“Old Lady?!” Fox asked.
Before Demon could continue his sentence, his fellow club officers hooted and hollered.
“Finally,” Zion said as he banged his fist against the table like the others did.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get on with this meeting,” Demon grumbled.
“Damn, Cuz. Took you long enough.”
Demon fisted the sheath of his knife like he always did when something bothered him. Wolf wondered what went on in his best friend’s head.
“We’re not discussing this now,” Demon said.
“Why so shy? Tell me, is Cat also into a little blood play?” Dragon said.
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll play with your blood right after I’ve cut your throat for even thinkin’ ‘bout my Old Lady.”
Dragon laughed the hardest since he’d succeeded in baiting his cousin.
Zeus rubbed his temples. “The Strong Riders might be girl trafficking losers, but do you think they’re sitting around their table, shooting the shit and running jokes? Y’all know Silas and Mud from their time at IVMC. Those bastards are talking about a game plan to hit us where it hurts the most.”
Dragon cleared his throat as he sat up straight again. Wolf recognized Dragon’s way of being the class clown so nobody would even think about him being able to have a serious heart to heart. Because if people really knew what went on deep inside, they couldn’t handle that shit.
Wolf imagined that Dragon, Ace and Ranger had seen some horrible shit during their tour in Afghanistan. While Dragon and Ace were the two loudest fuckers in the club after they’d joined IVMC Austin less than a year ago, their friend Ranger watched everyone from the shadows, observing everyone in the club.
