Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,89

“Who is gonna stay here and who is goin’ to which location?” To say I was on edge was the understatement of the year. I barely had the wherewithal to form a fucking thought inside my jumbled brain, let alone ask a question, and a meaningful one at that.

My anger coursed through me in waves, jolting me when I thought about Zoe’s possible condition, both physical and emotional.

The door swung open as Marek opened his mouth to speak, Jagger and Linc hurrying inside. My heart hit my stomach because I thought Tag or Kaden were barging in because there was another issue. They’d been asked to stand guard due to the destruction of the gates, both armed with more than one weapon.

“What the fuck?” Jagger mumbled, shaking his head, standing near the entryway to the room, his eyes wide with disbelief. “How’s Cutter?”

“Still in surgery,” our VP answered, rising from his seat to approach his son, who was a step behind Jagger. “What happened at the fight?” Stone reached out to touch Linc’s face, but our fighter pulled back at the last second, his dad’s arm falling to his side.

“I lost.” A shadow of a forming bruise darkened beneath his left eye, but it was his right that held my focus. Typically, after any of Linc’s fights, he had a black eye or split lip, sometimes bruising around his ribs, but since he had a shirt on, I couldn’t determine if there was damage to that area of his body. But this time, and I was sure it was because he had to make the bout look believable when he lost, he’d allowed his opponent to leave him with a cut and swollen right eye.

Stone scowled, looking like he wanted to inquire about the injuries but held back. “I know that. Did you see any of them?”

“No, but we didn’t stay long. Linc fought, made it look good, and went down convincingly twenty minutes into it. Boland was declared the winner and we left. And we made sure not to have any contact with Ford or Owen, in case they did have people there watching, which I’m sure they did. We just didn’t see ’em. It wasn’t anyone obvious. No one with Reaper cuts on, and no one we recognized otherwise.”

“You didn’t see the woman, then?” Tripp asked.

“What woman?” Linc looked genuinely confused, but I supposed I understood as Tripp had contacted his cousin and not him or Jagger about who showed up here with the van before it exploded.

Marek looked to me to explain. “Some bitch showed up at the salon a while ago. Chelsea did her hair, then she came back later claiming she lost her wallet. Braylen thought she seemed shifty and mentioned that some of us were on our way there. She left right after. Then that same chick showed up here with the minivan, saying she broke down and that she needed help. But Cutter wouldn’t let her in, told her we were closed. That’s when she took off, and before I could get him away from the gates, the fuckin’ thing exploded. There is no doubt she is with them.” I took a much-needed breath. “I’d hate to think what would’ve happened had Cutter let her in.”

“He’s not dumb,” Trigger grumbled. No one disputed because he was right. Cutter would’ve never let her inside, no matter how desperate she seemed.

Tripp’s phone chimed. “Owen and Ford are fifteen minutes out,” he announced after swiping the screen. “They got video.”

While we waited for them to get back, I wasted no time in asking the same questions I had before. “Who’s stayin’ here and who’s goin’ to the farm?” I didn’t mention the two Reaper charters because I knew those locations would be included with the takedown. Going to the farm was more important to me because I believed that’s where Braylen and Zoe were, and if Marek tried to pull a fast one and send me somewhere else other than there, I was gonna let him know I was going against his orders.

“This place isn’t secure right now with the gates not operational.” Miles took the opportunity to speak. “Is there anywhere around here everyone can stay?”

My first thought was either Indulge or Flings, seeing as how both of our strip clubs were closed until we could get a better handle on the situation. Only, the more I thought about those locations, the more I didn’t like the idea because those two places were obviously associated