lighting into him, but I didn’t. He knew he’d fucked up. He didn’t need me to tell him.
“What time do you need to leave here?” I asked Frost.
“I need to be at the main office by seven, unfortunately. I can have breakfast brought in though, so I can get away with waking at six thirty and leaving at six thirty-five. I’ll get the men organized and send them out, and then I can brush my teeth and eat breakfast. I assume my code will get me out of here?”
“The code for the gate to get out of the backyard starts later in the Fibonacci sequence. It’s 581321.” And it’s programmed so you need a code to get in and out so I know when the kids come and go, but I didn’t explain.
He chuckled. “We both use it? How... Fuck. I’m fucking falling for you, and it’s fast and I don’t want to make you run away, but I needed to say it. I also need to apologize, again, for not seeing it before.”
“It’s okay. Stop apologizing for that. It was an odd situation. You never got to see the real me, only the part of me showing up for sex.”
“And yet, I kept gravitating to you.” He kissed me. “My phone’s set. Sleep. I’ll try to leave without disturbing you. I’m guessing you’ll wake at least an hour later.”
Chapter Thirteen
Frost
My day was shit. All fucking day, I mediated and problem-solved, and then I had to talk to Mad Dog and Squatch about the damned LEO prospect.
Mad Dog had asked Shadow in Atlanta to dig farther into the bastard, and Shadow had discovered we did, indeed, have LEO trying to infiltrate. The thing is, if you know someone’s a cop when you beat the hell out of them, it’s assaulting an officer. If you don’t know, they usually can’t make those charges stick. It’s still assault though, and usually ends up being felony assault.
So, dealing with him was sticky. If we admitted to knowing he was a cop, we couldn’t do anything to make a point, but without stating why we were beating the everloving fuck out of him, nothing would make sense.
New prospects don’t see anything illegal. Ever. There are stages, and he was still in the first, barely past the level of a hanger. We weren’t in danger from him testifying to anything. Yet.
I didn’t figure we’d kill him since the national Rolling Thunder organization frowns on killing cops, but had to do something to make an example of him.
Mad Dog had called in Squatch, Dementor, Clean, and me. The surviving members of the battle. Everyone else had been patched in after. Gears was a prospect during the battle, and he’d more than earned his place, but it seemed Mad Dog wanted the remaining core group of us for this discussion.
“Shadow verified the Feebs have someone in, prospecting. Based on the dates, it could be three of the prospects.”
“We know who it is,” I told them.
“Most likely, yeah. They’re all first level, so we’re safe. Shadow’s still digging, and Brain’s looking, too. We should know more in the coming days.”
“We need to vote in a VP and at least one enforcer,” I told them. “We have more members now. It’s time.” When we’d been down to only six people, a President and Sergeant-at-Arms was plenty. They’d voted me in as Treasurer when I got sprung. Mad Dog had been handling that as well as his duties as president while I was inside.
“Yeah,” Mad Dog agreed. “An enforcer, at least. You have to vote in a President and Sergeant-at-Arms, but beyond that, you can’t have more than twenty-five percent of the membership with a title. Technically, we need one more person to meet the rules for the three we have with a title now, but I agree. It’s time.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a guideline and not a rule,” Squatch said. “Bobcat will know for sure.”
Mad Dog tilted his head in agreement. “If Bobcat had made the move to us official, I’d have invited him in for this meet. I hope things work out with him and Tess. We need him to stay.”
I agreed, and bringing up Bobcat made me think of something that might work to deal with the motherfucking cop.
“We could line the prospects up and make them fuck the sweetbutts on camera.” I sat back in my chair as I thought it through. “Maybe pay one of the pro-submissives to bend over and let them whale on