at Arrow as the two of them walk out of the clubhouse. I guess I still have some bridges to mend before I’m forgiven.
My cell goes off—it’s Angus.
“Yeah?”
“You know, you and Sean have the same telephone conversation skills.”
“Well, we’re brothers. It makes sense.”
I hear his intake of breath. “I’m your brother, and I know how to answer a cell phone, or any type of phone for that matter.”
“Hello, Angus, what do you have for me?”
“Better.” I chuckle. “Wheels’ cell is off, but Deedee has hers turned on, and it’s at the Rochas’ warehouse.”
“Aww, fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“Are your bugs still active?”
“They haven’t found the one in the bathroom, but I’m only getting snippets of conversation. I’ll keep at it.”
“Thanks, brother.”
I hang up and walk outside. I can see Arrow and Bags having a heated conversation with Cutter looking on. Going by the scowl on his face, he’s pissed. As I walk toward them, he says something, and the men cease talking.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” replies Bags. Arrow nods.
I stare at Cutter, and he shrugs. “Angus got a location on Deedee’s cell, she’s at the Rochas’ warehouse.”
Cutter grins. “Does this mean we get to go visit with the Rochas?”
“Yeah, it does. But this time, we go with a show of force. Get Yvette Cartland, the drugs, and half the money ready. We’ll all ride in together.”
“Half?” asks Bags.
“Yeah, you know junkies, they spend big. The Rochas will never know.” Bags grins and nods. “Send some guys to keep an eye on the warehouse to make sure Deedee never leaves. Make sure they are noticed.”
“You got it,” says Arrow as he puts his cell phone to his ear.
I nod and walk back inside the clubhouse and keep going until I hit our medical suite. Lola is on a bed, and the doctor is putting her arm in a sling.
“Doc, how is she?”
“Couple of broken ribs and her wrist, some bumps and bruises, but she’ll live.”
“Good.”
Lola is staring at my chest. Her eyes are rimmed red.
“Did you give her pain relief?”
“I don’t want any.”
I scowl. “If you need something to take the edge off, it’s okay.”
Lola’s lips turn up on one side, and she shakes her head. “I don’t need it.”
The doctor clears his throat. “Can I talk to you outside?”
I nod, and we walk out into the hallway.
“What’s up, doc?”
“Logan. I’ve sedated him, but he’s in shock. Whatever happened to him, he’s going to need help.”
“Help?”
“Psychiatric help. I can recommend a—”
“I’ve got it covered.”
“You’re sure?”
I nod, and the doc purses his lips.
“Yep. Thanks for your help.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of pills. “For Lola… if she can’t handle the pain. Give her one with food. If the pain is still bad, in an hour, giver her another.”
“Thanks, doc, we owe you.”
“No, I’m grateful for the help you gave to me in my time of need.” He turns to go back into the room, but halts with his hand on the door handle. “Logan will need the most help, and Lola could use some counseling, too.” Then he continues on into the room, and I get a glimpse of Lola’s face as the door closes. She’s bruised and battered on the outside, and from the look she gave me, there’s more than a few on the inside.
Unfortunately, now isn’t the time to talk.
Now is time for action.
Kyle
With most of my MC behind me, we drive to the Rochas’ warehouse. Tempers are high as the death of Smokey has gone through the MC like wildfire. They want blood. We park either side of the street in front of the import business that the Rochas use as a cover for their real dealings. It’s so cliché.
No one dismounts, we’re all waiting for Angus to drive his van into the loading dock, so we can unload Yvette discreetly, away from prying eyes.
As Angus pulls into the driveway, he stops and winds down his window. “Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”
“Do you think it’s not, brother?”
He searches my face, then shakes his head. Without another word, he continues on, and I get off my bike. Rocky, Sean, Arrow, Bags, and Cutter do the same, and together, we enter the warehouse. The rest of the MC stay on their bikes. They are all here to see justice done, and if things go south, wipe the Rochas and their men from our town.
Cristiano meets me in the small office area at the front of the building. “Kyle, so good to see you. And you brought