get him. He’ll need to see a doctor.” She tugged at my cut, her eyes wet again with fear.
“On it,” Flame muttered, and I heard him connect the call and start speaking with Axe.
“What the fuck’s going on?” I ground out, as I saw that none of the Knights had approached us. It was shady as fuck.
“You won’t believe it, Wolfe,” she whispered. “The Prez is my father. My real one. H-He was trying to keep me safe.”
“By kidnapping you?” I snarled, my hands biting into the soft flesh of her arms.
“He doesn’t trust you, and considering what Bomber’s done over the years, you can’t blame him.”
“Are you defending him?” I growled, taken aback by her words.
“No, dammit. Of course not. But he let me call you here, let me—”
“You mean they’re still alive?” Flame asked, his tone deadly serious.
She blinked at him. “Yes, Flame, I didn’t manage to take down an MC compound all on my own. I’m not the Bride,” she grumbled, talking about the role Uma Thurman had played in Kill Bill. One of her favorite movies.
“Why did he let me come here? We were expecting a Mexican standoff, not you standing here waiting on us to pick you up and take you home, Lucie,” I ground out.
“Ramon… I told him about his plan, and he says it’s bullshit. Carlos isn’t looking for me, Ramon is looking to curry favor.”
“Curry favor?” Flame repeated. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means he’s done something wrong and is trying to lick ass,” I growled, my temper soaring as I stared at her.
“How the fuck does he know this?”
“Because they distribute for the Guerreras now. Carlos is ass-deep in a turf war he’s losing,” she whispered, then she gulped. “There was a rat in the fold… he called him back home. But I think Jodie-May was the one who told Ramon about me.”
My top lip curled in a sneer. “After her greeting, maybe that shouldn’t come as much of a surprise.”
I grabbed my phone and connected to Axe. “Take Ramon to The Pit.”
“What? Why?” Axe demanded, and I heard him shuffling the phone around.
Rage flushed through me. “He’s there?”
“Yeah.”
I snarled. “Take him down. Bad blood.”
That was our code word for ‘shit has hit the fan.’
I heard the sound of a gun cocking before it went off. Lucie tensed in my arms, obviously hearing it too, but the scream that sounded was followed by a fuck ton of curses.
In Spanish.
We shot each other relieved looks.
“I said to detain him, not shoot him,” I grumbled.
“Yeah, well, the motherfucker is slippery. See you later.”
He cut the call, and I shoved my phone back in my jeans pocket. When I looked back at the gates, I saw a man standing there with a cut and patches that matched mine.
When our eyes caught, he smiled and fuck, if that wasn’t Lucie’s smile, I didn’t know what was. It had that evil twist to it that made you realize you were about to be toyed with… whether that was in a good way or a bad way, there was no way to tell from their expression.
Behind me, I heard the cocking sound of a dozen guns, but I hollered out, “Wait for direction. He has information that will help the club.”
That caused more confusion than it solved, but I didn’t need to start a battle we might lose. Only hell knew how many Knights were in the compound behind us, and I wasn’t about to trigger a blood bath that might be totally unnecessary.
Lucie, seeing the direction of my glance, looked over her shoulder. When she saw her father, she tugged at my hand and said, “He wants to explain something.”
“He’d better fucking explain something. That’s for damn sure,” I snarled, storming over to him and almost spitting in his face as I ground out, “You think you can take my woman from me? Hurt my brother?”
“I was saving her ass, that’s what. Far as I knew you hated my girl. Wasn’t about to let her stay with you fuckers if she didn’t need to.”
“Lucie does nothing she doesn’t want,” I retorted. “She came back to us of her own volition. Hell, we didn’t even know where she was.”
The other Prez spat on the ground. “You didn’t have her followed?”
“She was exiled. None of our business,” I retorted, but the words were bullshit. He was right. I should have, and his disgusted look told me that too. “When the shit hit the fan, I wasn’t on