to catch a fucking break with anyone. “Yes. It’s a girl. Her name is Samantha, and she has dark hair.”
“Okay. I’ll find her.”
I reached over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Thanks, rug rat.”
She huffed out a frustrated breath at the nickname she hated before heading into the bedroom. I went down the hall and then to the meeting room. When I slid into my usual seat at the table, I knew it had to be something heavy or Rev wouldn’t have interrupted his birthday weekend with it.
Deacon echoed my thoughts when he said, “What is so fucking important that it called me away from a quickie with Alex?”
Boone snorted. “Yeah, this better be pretty important, Rev. You’re still a newlywed, so you don’t know what it’s like to be a married man and have sex be limited.”
“Amen to that,” Mac said as he lit a cigarette.
Rev stared gravely around the table. “I just got some information from Rambo that I thought you needed to know.”
At the mention of Rambo, we all sat a little straighter in our chairs. “After all this time, he’s heard from Eddy?” Mac questioned. Just the mention of Eddy’s name caused me to tense in my seat, my fists tightening in anger.
Rev nodded. “Rambo now has full confirmation that he was behind the shooting in Virginia.” We all leaned forward with heavy looks on our faces. “There’s this dude who owns a truck stop about five miles from headquarters. He’s on good terms with the Raiders. He said that two guys with devils on their cuts came in to pay for gas about thirty minutes before the shooting. Since he knew the guys were in Raiders territory, he eyeballed them and saw them get into a black-paneled van.”
“Holy shit,” Boone murmured.
“Did he have it on tape?” Deacon asked.
“He sure as hell did. Once Rambo looked at the tapes, he realized it was a Diablos cut.”
Deacon cocked his eyebrows at Rev. “But Eddy wasn’t on the tape, right?”
“No. He wasn’t,” Rev replied.
“Is he still gone underground?” I asked. After the suspicions about Eddy’s involvement grew, he had disappeared. No one could find him to question him about how it was possible the Diablos knew where we were. Club meetings were kept secret, so while they might have known where headquarters was, they had no idea when we would be there. Considering his friendship with them and his anger about what went down with us, it was the only likely answer for the shooting.
“He’s finally emerged from whatever hellhole he’s been hiding in,” Rev replied.
“And now the Raiders are going to formally deal with the fucker?” Deacon asked.
“That won’t be happening,” Rev replied.
“Why the fuck not?” Boone demanded.
“Because he’s now a patch-wearing member of the Diablos.”
The table erupted in angry shouts and strings of profanity. That was the evidence we needed to solidify Eddy’s guilt.
Rev held up his hand. “Truth be told, we should have seen this coming. He’s been in fucking bed with those bastards for far too long. It makes sense he would finally join up with them. After the shooting, there was no going back.”
Mac stubbed out his cigarette. “Yeah, but I can’t see it being so easy for an ego-tripper like Eddy to give up his president’s patch and be just another Diablo.”
Deacon nodded. “They must’ve made him a pretty good offer to patch over.”
“That’s what really concerns me.” Rev’s expression was grave. “Who knows what kind of inside information he gave them?”
“Damn. Shit could get ugly,” Boone remarked.
Silence fell around the table as the news sank in. I leaned forward in my chair. “So, what do we do? Just sit around until the Diablos make a move?”
Rev sighed. “Unfortunately, that’s exactly what we do. Rambo and the other chapters are sending out feelers to their contacts to see what they can find out. But you guys know as well as I do that contacts expect to be paid, and usually it’s in ways that we no longer deal with.”
“So we end up like lame fucking ducks,” Deacon muttered.
“Not entirely. We do have our protection from both the Raiders and the Rodriguez cartel. Eddy and the Diablos would have to be stupid to pull anything on us,” Rev said.
Deacon motioned for Mac to hand him a cigarette. “Yeah, but let’s not forget that Eddy is one stupid fuck who lives for revenge.” After lighting up, he smiled grimly. “Sure puts a hell of a downer on your birthday weekend, bro.”
Rev chuckled. “True.