Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,90
with us. We needed somewhere which had no affiliation with us whatsoever. Problem was, I didn’t know where that would be, and especially on such short notice. We didn’t have weeks or even days to plan something. We only had hours to act.
“Anyone have any suggestions?” Ace spoke up that time. “Because we need to move now. We can’t wait around for that fucker to call back and tell us what else we have to do.”
Marek shot him a look that either screamed “shut the fuck up” or “we’re all aware,” most likely shuttling between the two.
I offered up my options, but Prez voiced what I’d been thinking, that they were too closely associated with us. Some of the guys suggested hotels, houses that belonged to relatives and even the option of our Laredo charter again.
None of them were a go.
Drumming my fingers on the edge of the table as a distraction, I was relieved when Tripp and Hawke’s cousins finally showed up. Marek rose from his chair but then sat back down when Ford shoved his phone at him. I hopped up and moved toward the head of the table, Ryder flanking me on my left side, both of us peering over Prez’s shoulder when he hit the button to start the video.
Ford had stood off in the corner, getting every possible angle of the space. The place was packed, people shouting in excitement over the upcoming fight. As he panned over the crowd, I didn’t see anyone I recognized, with or without Reaper cuts. Then Linc came into view, Jagger walking closely behind him as they headed toward the ring. There was an uproar, women vying to touch Linc when he passed by them, but he didn’t look affected by their attention in the least. Boland waited in the ring, bouncing on his feet, craning his neck every few seconds to talk to the large bald man standing in his corner. The guy was bigger in bulk than Linc, his hair slicked back off his face. As soon as the announcer introduced both fighters, the bell rang, and at first nothing much happened. It looked like Linc toyed with his opponent and then out of nowhere he hit him with a quick uppercut, followed by a kick to the guy’s ribs. I realized the fight was now over and done with, and that Linc lost the bout on purpose, but I was still waiting for him to knock the guy out as I continued to watch the footage.
Every strike Linc made was precise, but when he allowed Boland to strike back, absorbing the hit to his jaw, then the hit from his opponent’s knee to directly below his rib cage, I knew the end of the fight was coming.
I had to hand it to my man. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought his loss was legitimate, too. The bout ended when Boland managed to land a kick to the side of Linc’s temple which knocked him off his feet. He stayed on the ground, claiming the loss. Right before he went down, though, right before Boland raised his leg in the air, Linc turned quickly to look back at Jagger, who gave him the subtlest nod. Everything had been planned, and after Linc gave a good show, he knew the exact moment to end it all.
“Looked believable,” Ryder mumbled. “Who picked up the winnings?”
“We saw a woman fitting your description.” Ford pressed a button on the screen, fast-forwarding a bit, and hit the button again, canceling the speed up. “Right there, by the corner of the hallway. Is that her? Because she was the one who went into a back room and came out with a duffle bag.” I didn’t get a good enough look at her to verify that was in fact her on the video.
“Hawke. Take a look. You were the only other one, beside Cutter and Chelsea, who saw her.” The nomad was next to us in a few short strides.
“Yup. That’s her.”
“Was there anyone else with her?” Marek asked the question we all wanted to know.
“This guy,” Owen added, “was the only other one we saw next to her. They never said anything to each other, that we noticed, anyway. But he wasn’t but a few steps behind her the whole time. We followed them outside, and he got into an old Bronco and she got into an Uber. They both pulled into their place off Grenadine.”