take the rear, Rue in the middle like he someday will be when he steps up as the Prez. He hates that shit, never wants to be protected, but he knows better than to argue with me about it.
It’s protocol for a reason and there’s been a target on his back from the second he took his first breath, it’ll be there until his last.
We get to his place and park up behind his place where the hogs aren’t visible from the road. We all strip out of our cuts and pack them away in the saddlebags on our motorcycles. We’re extra fucking careful about this place. There’s a reason we don’t go down for the real shit we do.
Jameson meets us out in the front of his house, carrying beers with a grin on his face. “How was the ride?”
Speck grins and shoots shit with him for a minute while Rue discretely looks around. Nothing’s changed around here except the house has been repainted, and there’s actual fucking flowers in the garden.
A woman’s touch.
“Come in! Elizabeth is out visiting with her parents before the wedding. Her granddaddy is too old to travel.”
I nod and stalk into the house, kicking the dirt off of my boots before I walk in because Keely raised me right.
Outlaw, sure, but I still have fucking manners.
We walk into the kitchen area and he takes a seat.
We have no reason to believe this place is bugged but Jameson saw enough shit serving overseas to be extra fucking careful about shit. A little paranoid some would say but with everything going on in the MC that shit is smart.
“These are the photos I was telling you about. The ones from the fishing trip. A lotta big fish out there.”
I take what he’s handing over and try not to lose my fucking cool.
More kids.
More fucking kids in the shipping containers, only this time they’re alive and sitting on white sacks.
I sift through more of the photos and yep, the sacks are drugs. Someone is using the fucking pipeline and our club to run fucking children and drugs across the country.
“It’s a catch and release thing, I don’t usually have any need for them so I let them go. The freezer here is full enough.”
Right.
He let the kids go. I don’t ask questions about it because I can’t without risking us all if the place really is bugged but I know Jameson and I know he has contacts he can use to get them home safe.
I don’t want to think about the girls that don’t have homes to go to.
Hopefully they’re not selling themselves on the fucking streets.
Rue just barely contains himself. I get it, hearing this shit from Luis was bad enough but to fucking see the evidence? Fuck these rats. Fuck them for using our shit for their own fucking profit instead of starting something for themselves.
And to see kids is fucking disgusting.
Again, I’m an outlaw not a piece of shit.
We stay there long enough for it to look as though we’ve spent the night drinking together, eating a late dinner, and shooting shit. There’s more than enough we can talk about with him that doesn’t put any of us at risk. Speck asks way too many questions about guns and Jameson is good about it.
Rue is quiet.
I get it. This shit is hard knowing that it’s probably Grimm having a hand in trafficking the kids, everything coming back down to Poe’s fucking bloodline. She’s a good kid though. She’s been raised right and protected from his shit.
Rue needs to worry a little less about her last name.
He’ll change it the second he can anyway.
The ride home is twice as long as the ride down there, all of our heads full of shit we wish we didn’t have to think about. I try to figure out what the fuck else I can do to lure these motherfuckers into showing themselves but there’s limits to what I can do.
I have to wait.
Watch and fucking wait.
I get home, frustrated and full of rage I can’t do shit about, only to find Angel wet and pretty much naked in my backyard.
What.
The.
Fuck?!
Worse than that, there’s a whole pile of other people out there, half of them from Trink’s school and a lot of them are guys.
All of them are getting an eyeful of her.
Not fucking happening.
I hear Rue start muttering behind me and Speck starts cursing up a storm but I ignore them both to storm out into the backyard