Saint
All hell broke loose on the decoy run tonight and two of my guys were hurt. We finally get back to the clubhouse and I call a meeting with my inner circle. Razor is the first to arrive, blood splattered across his tan face.
“What in the fuck happened out there?” He slams his fist on the table. “They fucking knew what we were up to.”
King comes in and throws a cut down. “This was on one of the guys we got. A fucking Inferno Bastards patch.”
“I want to know how they knew,” I say, spitting on the cut.
Bash, who’s in the doorway, replies, “I’m on it.
Razor adds, “We’ll make this motherfucker pay.”
“Anyone know how Big E and Willie are doing?”
King answers, “Big E wasn’t doing too well.”
“Someone needs to call his old lady. Tell her we’re doing what we can, but that she might need to get here.”
King makes a face. “I don’t think they’re on speaking terms. She found out he’s been fucking with Mama Bear.”
“Call her, and if she doesn’t come, let Mama Bear know, so she can be with him.” I go on, “We need to send a team out there to make sure we can’t be incriminated at the scene.”
Razor answers, “It’s being taken care of. I don’t think anyone saw us in the area, and we’re making sure there weren’t cameras.”
I rub my temples. “If this was the Inferno Bastards, this means war.”
The men freeze, knowing I’m right.
“And find out how in the fuck they knew. If we have a mole, they’re going to pay.”
14
Olivia
The club is eerily silent as I make my way to the kitchen. I’m not usually here this early, so maybe this is how it always is, but it’s creeping me out. When I woke up in my new bed, I decided to do something to show everyone how appreciative I am of my new room. So, I’m going to make omelets, since there are a ton of eggs in the walk-in refrigerator. Really, someone must be on a high protein diet to justify this many eggs.
I’ve made twelve omelets and started a pot of coffee when Jas stumbles into the kitchen.
“Damn, I’m going to like having you around,” she says after yawning.
I point with the spatula. “The ones on the left are ham and cheese, the right are bacon and cheese, and the center row is veggie.”
She grabs a plate and gets two omelets.
“I’ll let the other girls know.”
With my back to her, I ask over my shoulder, “Do you know what time the guys get up?”
She grins. “You should know Bash isn’t a morning person, but if you mean the others, it’s hit or miss. But, as my Grammy used to say, the scent of bacon and coffee is enough to wake the dead.”
She pads away, leaving me to my thoughts. I never heard anymore from Agent Hill, so that’s a plus, but I wonder when he will want to meet. I don’t like the position he’s putting me in, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know Saint and his men well enough to tell them. Besides, who will believe that I didn’t know what I was getting into? That’s the million-dollar question, or, in this case, two grand.
I’m deep in my thoughts when Bash comes in the kitchen.
“Good fucking god. I knew I smelled bacon.”
He goes to the stove and grabs a piece from the pan, shoving the whole strip into his mouth. The moan he lets out goes straight to my core, reminding me of what we did the other night.
I clear my throat. “Thought I’d show my appreciation for the new room.”
“Are you settling in?”
He turns and I gasp.
“Bash! What happened to your face?”
He has a shiner on his cheekbone and his lip has been split open.
He shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. “Had to take care of some business last night.”
I go to the fridge and grab a bag of frozen peas, handing it to him. He gives me a sheepish smile, putting the bag on his cheek.
“Thanks.”
“Was this, uh, expected last night?”
I’m not sure what all he can or can’t say.
“Not. We ran into some problems.”
Razor comes into the kitchen and snorts. “Problems? More like we were ambushed.”
He goes right to the stove, grabbing bacon. I want to warn him that he shouldn’t stand too close to the pan since he’s not wearing a shirt. But then I get distracted by the intricate tattoo that peek across each shoulder, disappearing to his back. He catches me looking and grins.
“It’s a devil.”
Turning, he shows me the black and red devil that is literally covering his entire back. The two pieces that peeks over his shoulder are the horns.
“That’s, uh, interesting.”
He winks over his shoulder. “You ought to see where the tail goes.”
My gaze goes to his waist, where the tattoo disappears.
“I can only imagine.”
“The ladies love it. Let me know if you want to see more, sugar.”
Bash sighs. “Ignore him, Olivia.”
“Oh. That’s right. You have the hots for her.” Razor turns to me, bowing at the waist. “Forgive me, Olivia.”
Well, this just took an awkward turn. I’m saved from replying because King comes in, scowling.
“If you two are finished, we have work to do.”
“Calm your tits. We have to eat, you know. We’re not all robots like you.”
King replies, “I’m more focused on finding out who in the fuck ratted on us. The only people who knew we were going out are members of this fucking club. So, no, I don’t care if you’re fed or not. What I do care about is answers.”
“I get it, man. I want answers, too, but we’re at a stopping point. Everyone is doing what they do best, so Bash and I took a moment to eat.” Razor points at the stove. “You can’t blame me. I know you could smell the bacon, too.”
King sighs. “Sorry. I’m just-”
“Dude, I get it. We’re all feeling the same way. We’ll find out who turned on us.”
My entire body feels like I’ve been drenched in ice water. They were hurt last night and I’m fairly certain it’s because of me, more specifically what I told Agent Hill.
King asks Razor, “Did we hear anything on Big E?”
“His old lady refused to go to the hospital to see him. Mama Bear is pretending to be her so she can sit with him.” He pauses and shakes his head. “It’s not looking good.”
My hands shake and I can’t tell if this is a panic attack or something else. Either way, I need to get the fuck out of here.
I get Bash’s attention. “Are you going to have time to take me to my place to get the rest of my stuff? If not, I can find someone to help. It’s only a few boxes.”
He looks hesitant and replies, “Better plan on seeing if a friend can help. I’ve got some other things to take care of.”
Razor bumps his fists to Bash’s. “Damn right, brother. We’re going to get to the bottom of this and find out who the mole is.”