“She’s getting changed. She’s moved into my room.” King looked at me in silence. I didn’t flinch or look away. He was there when I claimed her, proved how I’d always known she was mine, even when she was away.
“She given you any trouble about being here?” he eventually asked.
“No. We don’t need to worry about her. Where’s War?”
King was behind his desk as usual, Dirt spread out on the sofa by the window. I looked between the two of them. “With Mace last I heard.”
“He spent about an hour with Omen this morning,” Dirt laughed. “Let’s just say he got out a lot of his frustrations before he went up there. Mace should be safe.”
“He alive?”
Dirt nodded with a grin. “He’s gonna draw that out. Nothing the fucker doesn’t deserve.”
King grunted from his desk but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if that meant he approved of how War was dealing with Omen or not, or he simply didn’t want to mention the traitor’s name.
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Right now, we’re following up on some information Mace gave us. He has given us some things to work with. Namely about the bitch. But he’s being tight lipped about other things.”
“That’s a start,” I answered with a nod.
“We’ve also got a couple of locations on Nytro,” Dirt added. “A few of their guys at the warehouse haven’t been quite so quiet.”
“For now, I want to focus on Danica,” King said. “She’s the one I want. Nytro is a nuisance but I’m not worried.”
“Someone needs to be,” Dirt disputed. “He’s unpredictable, look what he did with that bomb.”
“We were taken by surprise,” King pointed out. “We won’t be again.”
“Don’t forget we killed his best friend,” I noted. “That might make him even more unstable.”
“It has,” Dirt agreed. “Mace said as much. The guy is fucking losing it over that. We all know his initial reaction.”
“We have plenty of people on that fuckwit,” King said, trying not to focus on the fact Waverley could be dead right now if Mace hadn’t got her away, after what happened with Mad Hog. “We’refocusing on her,” he indicated himself and Dirt, but he meant all the council.
Now we knew the truth about King’s relationship with Danica, and he had finally spoken up about his wife’s murder, a fire had been lit under him. Not that he hadn’t actively been protecting the club through all this but now, he was ready to tear off heads to get to her. He was keeping his own head, working with Mace instead of beating him like some of the brothers would prefer, it was a good strategy.
I made sure they didn’t need me to do anything else and headed out. I wasn’t surprised to see Waverley in the hall, leaning against the wall. She gave me a look that said she overheard most of that. Her brow arched and I shook my head, knowing arguing was pointless.
“Come on,” I muttered as I passed. She grinned and fell into step with me.
It wasn’t far to King’s cabin, but we took my bike anyway. It alerted the others we were there and Handlebar stepped out of the door greeting us both.
“Is he in one piece?” she asked him.
“Of course,” Handlebar said with a smile. He doesn’t seem to be as pissed about Mace being here like some of the other brothers and that doesn’t surprise me. He’s always been easy going. “You okay if I head back for a couple of hours?” he looked to me. “I’ve got some work to get on with.”
“Go for it,” I agreed. He patted my shoulder and gave Wave another smile before sauntering off with his hands in his pockets. We both looked after him. Wave turned to me as he disappeared behind some trees, an odd look on her face, the beginnings of a smile even. “What?”
“I just remembered something we talked about before everything went to shit.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“I can’t say.”
“You serious? You can’t say that and then clam up. What is it?”
“It’s not club related,” she waved me off and headed for the front door of the cabin, leaving me staring after her in irritation.
