phone? Tracking that would be the fucking game changer.”
King blows out a breath and tips his head back so he’s staring at the ceiling, his lips moving like he’s silently praying or some shit. Clearly this isn’t the first time he’s hearing about Hawk’s suspicions of the president of the Mounts Bay charter of the Unseen.
Rue looks between the two of them and says, “Is this a rat thing or just a general keeping an eye on the asshole?”
Hellion gets up for another beer, offering one to Hawk who takes it with a grunt.
King finally turns his gaze back to his son and cocks his head a little. “That man has walked the line one too many times to have our trust. He might not have betrayed the patch but fuck has he come close. We’d be stupid not to keep an eye on him… especially if Tomi can get it done without having to leave the state or trusting anyone in the Bay’s charter.”
I nod. “Easy done.”
Rue blows out a breath. “You really think he’s dirty? Fuck, even if we find something it’s not as simple as taking out a fucking rat. If we kill him we’d have to face the Twelve. That ain’t shit to take lightly.”
Hellion snorts. “At least it’s not the fucking Family.”
Jesus Christ.
Like we need the added headache of Mounts Bay’s twisted fucking politics. Rats in our club and the Demons fucking stalking us is bad enough, we all heard about what goes down in the Bay and Coldstone isn’t equipped for that kind of warfare.
Rumor has it, the Jackal stepped out on the Twelve and got his fucking head cut off.
He ran the biggest fucking drug empire in the country and even he couldn’t face the rest of the fucking Twelve and come out alive. The Lynx too, she tried to betray the Wolf and got taken out like she was fucking nothing.
After that the Family formed and I’ll be fucked if our club goes against them, if the Boar needs to die we’ll have to approach them for a fucking parlay. Jesus Christ, this is turning into a fucking mess.
Rue slides a beer across the table at me. “One step at a time, brother. First we find the rats, then we burn them out. Whatever it takes.”
I start getting the phones distributed through the club easy enough. King tells the men we’re upgrading everything because of the bump in income over a big arms deal he’s done. A lotta questions about the deal which stops people giving a shit about the new tech.
I keep my head down and my eyes on my fucking computer until something flags. I’m impatient for it but the week goes by with nothing until Friday.
Jameson calls me at midnight.
“I’ve found some good fishing holes down this way, you should book a trip.”
I hold my cursing in.
It’s all a code, something we came up with way back when he took over his family business and started working with us.
Something is up with our shipment.
“Sounds like a plan, man. I’ve been meaning to head out fishing. I’ll pack my shit and head down.”
He lets out a breath and murmurs, “Bring a couple of your friends, make a day of it. You know we’d love to have y’all stay for dinner.”
Fuck me.
A big find then.
I talk bullshit with him for another minute or two to calm his nerves and then hang up, flicking a text to Rue to get his ass moving. There’s no one else I trust like him to back me up and if we’re heading down to Biloxi then I need someone sharp.
I text Speck, too.
Now that King’s decided to have him in the fucking loop about the rat shit a little more I can start giving him bigger shit to do. I don’t really want him off of Angel duty, I need a set of eyes on her, but there’s something still fucking needling me about the two of them laughing and eating together the other night.
I’d never heard her laugh before.
Fuck, I’ve barely seen her smile.
I meet them both in the parking lot, armed to the teeth and ready to spill blood for our club, the joking asshole persona of Speck’s has simmered right down.
It’s been a while since I saw the real Callaghan in him.
It’s clear as hell now.
The drive down to Biloxi is a long one but my hog eats up the road like it’s fucking nothing. I take the lead and make Speck