Until Amy - Jessica Ames Page 0,30

will trace back to the brother he told. It’s rudimentary, but we should get to the bottom of this shit, once and for all.

Havoc is waiting in hiding at one location, Omen at another, and I’m at the third. I’d had to ride in a cage with my arm, so I’d parked in a hidden spot and am hiding out in the car. I watch the parking area, watching for any sign of movement, but it’s all quiet out here. I have no fucking idea if this will work, but Omen’s getting pretty desperate. The only brothers he trusts right now are me and Havoc. He can’t run the club like that forever. Mistrust breeds and right now we don’t trust anyone. Club only works because we have each other’s backs.

My phone pings and I pull it out. Swiping across the screen, I see a message from Omen.

OMEN: Anything yet?

I type back my response.

ME: All quiet. Havoc?

OMEN: All quiet too.

I know what he’s worrying about. Maybe whoever is betraying us is onto us. If we’ve been busted, we’ll never figure out who the rat is. They’ll slink back off to their corner and we’ll be left wondering who is stabbing us in the back. I don’t want to imagine any of the Tennessee brothers are capable of this, but honestly, at this stage, I suspect everyone.

My phone pings again and I pull it out, expecting Omen again, but it’s Amy’s name that flashes up on the screen.

AMY: How’s your night going?

My lips tug into a smile as I read her words. Things were a little weird between us after she questioned me about the club. I understand her concerns. If I was her, I’d be worried too, but the club isn’t this big bad entity people think it is. I know the bunny issue freaked her out, but I meant everything I said. Those women aren’t here by force. They choose to be and they choose to sleep with whoever they sleep with. Ain’t my job to be the voice of morality or tell others what to do with their lives.

ME: Be better with you in it.

I split my gaze between watching the parking area and those three dots as she types her response.

AMY: I’m sorry about the other day.

ME: I get it. Promise, we’re not the bad guys, Ames. Won’t let anything bad touch you ever.

AMY: I know. When you next have a club party, I’d love to come. If the invite still stands.

ME: Absolutely.

A noise catches my attention. I quickly pocket my phone, shrouding the cab of the car in darkness and slink down in my seat as bikes appear. No one is wearing colors, so I can’t see what club they belong to. I don’t know the Fallen Demons either, but they’re definitely here to intercept the fake run we put together. Fuck. I hoped they wouldn’t show, that whoever is selling us out would change their fucking mind, but all chance of that has disappeared now. These fuckers are in the thick of what’s going on and there’s nothing we can do. Omen knows who he told about this run, he’ll gut whoever sold us out, and Havoc and I will help him.

I sit and watch them for a while, getting more and more antsy that no one’s turning up. I try to remember the face of every person here and memorize their tats, so I can report back to Omen.

It takes them an hour before they roll back out, realizing no one is coming. I wait ten minutes for them to go then text Omen, telling him to meet me back at the clubhouse.

I put the key in the ignition and start the engine.

As I drive back to the clubhouse, I keep a watch in my rear-view mirror for anyone following me, but the route stays clear. I’m on edge by the time I pull the car into the compound and cut the engine.

Omen and Havoc’s bikes are already parked outside the building, so I make my way straight to Omen’s office.

I knock once on the door before pushing inside. Omen and Havoc both glance up at me as I step inside.

“They’re a club. Came on bikes, no colors though,” I tell Omen as I explain what happened.

“Recognize anyone?”

“There was a big fucker with tats running up his neck. Shaved head, tats on his skull.”

Havoc glances at Omen. “Sounds like Dog.”

“Dog?”

“He’s the SAA for the Fallen Demons.”

“We know who it is selling us out?” I