Just not a motorcycle club. My mind made up, I gather up my papers, throw on some jeans instead of sweatpants and head out to Sussex. Again.
I waste no time with pleasantries, and I won’t go looking for anyone other than the man I’m here to see. Casper points me in the direction of the security room, where I find the VP and one of the quieter brothers, he’s shy as hell and doesn’t make eye contact.
War is surprised to see me.
“Did we have a meeting I forgot about?” War asks when we head out of the room. Not before I get a glimpse of the wall of cameras monitoring the compound, including the garage. There is no sound but they’re clear and color images. The red Buick is uncovered but I can’t see Eli anywhere.
“No but I need your help with something,” I follow him back into the corridor and the kid inside closes the door behind us.
War reads my body language almost as well as King. He nods and leads me to his father’s office. War explains he’s out with Dirt and Banshee, not due back for another couple of hours.
“I get the feeling this stays between us,” he says, resting his ass against his dad’s desk.
War is a carbon copy of Waverley. Not surprising given they’re twins. I never really thought much about him and how attractive he is, because he was just a kid when I left to go to college. He’s aged well and filled out but he doesn’t really do anything for me. Which is just as well. Two bikers to deal with is more than enough.
“It can’t leave the room, except for the one place I need you to take it.”
War frowns and folds his arms, listening as I talk about Cara and what she has been through. And why I can’t be a part of what I’m asking.
“If you’re found out, you’re fucked,” he states plainly. “And I’m aware that this guy is bad news.”
“You know about the SOS?” I look away, exasperated that I triggered that.
“You’re Ballistic’s daughter,” he shrugs. Like that is all anyone needs to know about people being in my business. “This guy sounds like a piece of shit. We could make him disappear.”
“That’d be too obvious, and a little like overkill. It’s also more likely to come back on me. Everyone knows I work for you, men who don’t think twice about getting rid of problems the way most people could never imagine.”
“Fair point,” he nods.
“I don’t want him to win. This isn’t a criminal case, he won’t go to jail. I’m not asking for anything illegal to happen here. I want her to have the best chance possible, and I don’t think she’s got that with her current law firm. She needs financial help and someone behind her who can convince her to take it. With a little push from the press…”
“You want someone to support and steer the case. Befriend her, convince her to change her lawyer, plus pay for it? That’s a little out of our wheelhouse, Cass.”
I knew he’d get it. Laid out like that it sounds impossible. This is the Devil’s Chaos we’re talking about. They can do anything.
“I have faith in you.”
He lets out a short laugh.
“You know people, Warren.”
He chews on his cheek as he studies me. Using his given name isn’t something I would usually do.
“You don’t need to pull on my heart strings to convince me, Cass.” He pushes up from the desk and watches as I get to my feet too. “Leave it with me. We won’t talk about it again, but I’ll make it work.”
“Thank you.”
“One thing before you go. If this guy is as bad as you think he is, and he says or does anything,” he gives me a look, telling me without saying it what he means by that. “You tell someone. We take care of our own.”
“I know that. Thank you.”
“I mean it Cass. You even have the slightest concern, you let me or one of the other guys know. Ballistic will have all our balls if anything happens to you.”
“I’d worry about my mother before Ballistic.”
“Hmm, yeah,” he smirks. He’s not in the least bit afraid of Rosa. “Stay safe, Cass.”
“You too.”
