“And if they shot you on sight?”
“We all die, King.”
He’s always been weird about death. Now is no exception.
“Fucking stop with the dying talk. You’re not dying. Neither am I.”
“Glad to hear it.”
He leans back in my chair. “So, what did you find out at this super-secret meeting?”
“Crow has no idea who the mole is in his club. The guy we caught was a transfer member. He’s going to look into it. See how the guy ended up here.”
“What about the other men we saw wearing their cuts?”
“He had an answer for that, too. They’re in the process of getting new cuts, with their new logo. All the old ones are in a locked room of their clubhouse, waiting to be burned.”
“Sounds like their Sergeant-at-Arms needs an ass whooping.”
“The interesting thing is, Crow says his guy got a message saying someone else was going to take care of it.”
King sits up at this. “Fuck.”
We both know there’s only two people who could send an order like that.
“Crow is going to see where Maniac was that night.”
“This is fucking unreal. Do you think it’s because we sent Psycho away?”
“I think that’s exactly what this is. Psy knew when the runs were. It makes sense.”
“Have you-”
“I reached out to the Mississippi club. They’re going to hold him until we have answers.”
And if it’s him, he’s dead.
“He knew what game he was playing, if he’s behind this.”
I rub my beard. “I still can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something. The feds have been hot on our trail for months. What if it’s them?”
They haven’t exactly made their presence a secret, either.
“Time will tell on that. Just make sure the retainer fee is paid on the lawyer.”
I snort at that. “I’ll make sure to look into that tomorrow.”
He turns back to his game.
“Did I miss anything around here?”
“You sure you want to know?”
He hasn’t looked up from the computer, so it’s hard to read him.
“Yes.”
“While you were gone, Razor and Olivia split up.”
I feel like a weight’s been lifted from my shoulder. And then he has to ruin it by going on.
“Bash and Olivia went off during the storm. When they came back, they were together. As in just had sex and couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”
Fuck.
He looks at me. “And now Bash and Razor are both seeing Olivia.”
“Good for them.” I stand. “I’ll be in my room.”
He snorts, muttering something under his breath as I leave. I go to my room and look around. I can’t be here tonight so close to Olivia, so I’m going somewhere I haven’t been in years. I’m going home.
19
Olivia
Agent Hill keeps blowing up my phone. Even on silent, my phone still buzzes as text after text comes through. Razor rolls over, muttering in his sleep. Slipping from the bed, I go to the bathroom.
Douchebag: We need to meet. Be at this address by ten.
I groan when I look at the clock. Again, he’s leaving me just enough time to get there, without enough time to shower. I throw on some clean clothes and quietly leave. Razor never stirs, which I’m thankful for. Bash, however, is in the main room, at the bar.
“You’re up early.”
I kiss his cheek. “Morning. I have to run by the campus.”
“Need a ride?”
As much as I want to say yes, I can’t.
“I’m going to Uber there. My roommate wants to get coffee and catch up.”
It’s only a small lie. Lucy did say she wanted to meet up Just not today.
I give him a playful poke in the side. “I’ve been a bad friend because you and Razor have been keeping me so busy.”
“Can’t say that I’m sorry.”
The truth is, neither am I. The past few weeks have been wonderful. The amazing thing is, I haven’t felt the need to self-sabotage by having sex with strangers. My therapist would say I’ve made a breakthrough, but I’m trying not to look too much into it. For now, I’m content with being happy.
I kiss Bash again and say, “I better go.”
When I get outside, my car is waiting. I send a text to Agent Hill, letting him know I’m on my way. The car drops me off at a little Italian restaurant, which is ironically mafia themed. Agent Hill is at a table near the back. I sit across from him.
“Agent Hill.”
“Anything to report?”
“No. It’s been quiet.”
“And why do you think that is?”
I sigh. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”
“It’s quiet because they’re planning a run in six days.”
This is news to me.
“If you know this, then why are you asking me?”
“Because we need to be sure before we act. Last time, we were made to look like fools when we found a warehouse full of-” He clears his throat. “Just do your job and get information for us. It’s not really that hard to do.”
“Apparently it is if your other source can’t give you specifics.”
“They don’t have the same clearance as you.” He eyes me. “You’re involved with two of the club officers, are you not?”
My face feels warm and I feel a surge of protectiveness. “What does that matter?”
“My source says your room is in the same area as the club president.”
I can see where he’s going.
“Agent Hill, they’re smarter than that. There are cameras everywhere.”
“Oh yes, I’m aware. For the sake of arguing, let’s say that the cameras will be off tonight, at midnight. Could you get into the president’s room?”
I feel all sorts of emotions, but the one that stands out the most is guilt.
“I-”
“Midnight, Ms. Mayhem. And, I’ll expect information tomorrow. Understand?” He stands and tosses down some bills for his meal.
When he’s gone, I pull out my phone and open the app. I haven’t had to use it in the past few weeks, but I feel the urge to use it now. Bash and Razor’s faces cross my mind. Fuck. For the first time I can’t do it. It’s one thing to be dating both of them. It’s another to do this. I log out and toss my phone on the table. What in the fuck am I going to do?
I leave the restaurant and wander around aimlessly. I have two choices, really. One, I tell Bash and Razor everything. I’m sure they’ll want me to tell Saint, too, but I want them to hear it from me. They deserve that much. And then I’ll face the consequences.
Two, I do what Agent Hill is suggesting and sneak into Saint’s room. No one is ever in that part of the club at that time of the night, so I should be safe. Plus, Saint’s been avoiding me, which hurts. If I do this and find something worth telling Agent Hill, then maybe I’ll finally be finished with him and I can forget all about lying to the guys.