on our bikes. My heart pounded as I tore up the few miles of road between Tank’s place and the club. The gates were open, the prospects waving us through. The second I parked up, I was off my bike and gunning it to church. I stood at the back of the room and waited impatiently for everyone to get the fuck in.
When the door was closed, Ky spoke. I held my breath as he looked each of us in the eyes. Then he smiled. “We got her.” The brothers nodded their heads, and the excitement built in the room.
“This means war is imminent, right? Actual tearing fuckers apart?” Rudge said from next to Vike and Bull. Bull’s eyes were fixed on Ky. Fuck, everyone’s were. “I feel the need to cut up some cartel flesh,” Rudge added.
Styx hands started to sign. “We’re gonna let the fucker stew for a while. Left no trace it was us.” Ky paused as Styx’s hands stopped. Styx looked at me. “Tanner said no one knew about those tunnels.” Styx’s lip curled in a sort of smirk. “They might question if it was us.” He sat back. “But they’ll question the Klan more. They would know we got no way to know those underground getaways. And let’s just say Shadow was good at laying a trail that might lead them back to Governor Ayers’s door.”
My breathing stopped for a second when I thought of my brother having to take on the cartel and the Hangmen. Then I pushed him from my head. I had to let that shit go. Beau wasn’t the brother I used to know. If he fell under the cartel, then that was the way it had to be. But the pain in my chest never left.
“And the cartel slut-bride?” Cam, a member of the Frisco chapter, asked. “Where’s she? What’s the plan with her?”
Styx lifted his hands. “She’s in the warehouse. We take shifts watching her.” My heart beat so fucking loud I barely heard Ky talk to me when he translated, “Tanner. We need you on cameras, so you need to push the connection to your bitch shit aside and focus on the job. Need more surveillance setting up. Quintana is gonna come in strong when he discovers it’s us.” He paused, glaring at me. “I find out you’ve been going against orders, I’ll knock you out myself.” I nodded. Bastard.
Styx addressed Tank. “Need Beauty in on this. Need her around to deal with the cartel whore.”
“Done,” Tank said. I caught his suspicious eyes, but I looked away. Beauty was in. I could use that. I could get intel on Adelita from Beauty . . . somehow.
Styx went to sign again, but the door to church opened and AK walked in. The brother was covered in dirt. That’s what you’d get after three days on the back roads from Mexico. AK looked at Ky and Styx. “She’s awake.” AK shook his head. “And fuck, but that slut is tapped. Spewing Spanish at us and trying like fuck to get free.”
I knew the plan. Shadow would have drugged her until they got home, Edge watching her to be sure they didn’t kill her or some stupid shit like that.
“Nice.” Vike rubbed his hands. “Love me a feisty Latina. I’ll take the first shift.” He got up.
“Sit the fuck down, Vike,” Ky said. Ky looked to Tank. “Get Beauty here. You and Bull will take first shift.”
Tank nodded, and I knew this was my chance to see the cousin, whoever she was.
“The bitch was in her wedding dress,” AK said and shook his head. “She’s in that warehouse, in that fucking wedding dress, her nose stuck up in the air like she’s the fucking Queen of England, hurling insults at us. Fuck knows what she’s saying.” AK shrugged. “That bitch is pissed. Fucking stunning, but pissed. Looks like Uncle Quintana taught her well.”
“I’m hard. Anyone else?” Vike said. “I like a slut who screams insults at me. Shut your mouth, you ginger cunt. I’m gonna rip you a new asshole—fuck, never were sweeter words spoken.”
Styx lifted his hands, ignoring him. “I have duties for y’all. We’re on high alert. And warn your old ladies now: we hear one word that the cartel know it’s us, and we’re on lockdown.” Heads nodded. Jokes stopped. Styx slammed down the gavel.
Church was done.
Tank jumped on his bike and disappeared in the direction of the warehouse. I ducked into my bedroom and searched the cameras.