“Bullshit,” War snapped. “I’m your VP, I didn’t know about it, but Ballistic knew?”
“I don’t need to explain what I’m doing, War. The secrecy was for Rowena’s safety as much as anything else.”
“What exactly was she feeding back to you?” I asked. “How long has she been there?”
King sighed and went behind his desk. He peered at the maps Ink had left before sitting down. “When they went after Connor. I didn’t understand it, didn’t believe it was nothing more than a random ambush that got out of hand. So I sent her in.”
“And, was it worth it?” War asked.
“She’s given us some intel, but nothing about this. This has come out of left field. Something isn’t right about this whole thing.”
“Because Nytro is a fucking asshole,” War said, folding his arms. “AndI want to put a bullet between his eyes.”
“You’ll get your chance, but not until we figure this out.”
“And in the meantime, we just leave Wave at their mercy?”
“Fuck no. It might not seem like it, but we aren’t sitting on our asses, War. We’re doing what we can to find her.”
“Was Connor the only reason you put her in there?” I asked.
King’s eyes went from his son to mine. He studied me for a long time while War huffed beside me. If he knew I was on the verge of tearing the room apart, he didn’t let on. I could tell he wasn’t going to answer me by the look on his face.
It aroused my suspicions about the whole thing going on between the two clubs. I’d always trusted my President before, but the bits and pieces we knew of what was going on now and what happened years ago with the Kingsmen, weren’t adding up.
“Kansas can’t do everything by himself, War you are the only other person here who can do what he does. Go help him.”
“Sit behind a fucking computer?” War threw his hands up. “Seriously.”
“Omen is out there somewhere,” King got back up, his face an eerie mask. “Youfind him,yougo after him, and figure out what the fuck he was doing with them.”
War’s lips turned down and he nodded, reluctantly accepting that.
“Don’t think for one fucking second I am sitting back and letting them do this,” King told us. “I will have Nytro’s head, as soon as I figure out what he is trying to do to my club. Now go find me some fucking answers.”
We were effectively dismissed so headed out of his office. War shut the door and glanced down the hallway. “What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know,” I ran a hand through my hair. “He’s right about one thing, we need to keep our heads.”
“How are you so calm about this?”
“You think I don’t want to walk into their clubhouse and choke the life out of everyone in there? That I am happy standing here feeling completely fucking helpless?”
He looked away from me. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting down hard on it. “Yeah, man I’m sorry, I know,” he said genuinely. “I just can’t believe this is happening. They were on our compound all this time. They… fuck, they gutted him.”
I didn’t know who had told him that, but I couldn’t ignore the fact he hadn’t asked anyone how Connor was yet. I would have thought the first thing he wanted to do was go to him, to make sure he was okay. Connor can’t have got through everything he had with the last attack by the Kingsmen, to die like this.
“He’s alive, he’s in surgery,” I told him. War looked back at me, a sheen over his eyes which he hurriedly blinked away. This was the first time he’d heard Connor wasn’t dead. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“What for?” he shook his head. “To sit around going out of my mind? No, I don’t want to go to the fucking hospital. Connor wouldn’t want us sat in a waiting room with our thumbs up our asses,” he pointed towards the front of the clubhouse. “He’d want us out there getting Waverley back. I need to find Omen.”
I held my best friend’s gaze then indicated towards the security room where Kansas was working. “Then you go do it.”
“You know that isn’t where my skillset lies.”
“The Devils are more than just one man,” I pointed out. “We’re all in this.”
“You’re starting to sound likethatold fuck,” he groaned. War blew out a heavy breath and leaned back against the wall. He stared at his father’s office in silence for a few moments, then his back straightened, and he looked over at me. “Is it just me or is there more to this whole thing with the Kingsmen?”
