“About that,” I started, and he looked over. “Your mom, finding out what happened, Wave told me what you’re planning.” He shrugged at me. “Whatever you need,” I dipped my chin.
“It’s something I need to do alone.”
“That won’t happen, asshole. Like you’ve just waxed poetic about,” my lip tilted as he scowled at me. “Wave is one of us. Do you think she’ll let you do that alone? You gonna stop her, or are you gonna be the biggest hypocrite alive?” I grinned. We needed to lighten this moment. “Besides, you’re gonna need someone to show you how to interrogate that bastard when we find him, you can’t just walk in and wave a gun around or slap him about a little.”
“Fuck off, you dick. I know when to show restraint.”
“Bullshit.”
“You want a fucking broken nose?”
“Case and point?” I held out my hands. “Always so quick to violence, War.”
“Prick,” he snapped but he was trying hard not to let me see the laugh he wanted to let loose. After a short moment of silence, he looked back at the cabin. “I don’t intend to interrogate the asshole anyway. We already know why he killed her, I don’t need to talk to that piece of shitabout his reasons. He got paid, he did it, no questions asked. He killed an innocent woman without a second thought. I want to end him, the way he ended her. Nothing more.”
He ran a hand over his eyes and down the side of his face, trying to wipe away the fatigue written all over him. For a second, I thought about raising the issue of Connor but decided against it. I knew my brother, he was pushing that deep down inside of him so he could do what needed to be done, but he couldn’t do that forever. I just needed to be there when he blew.
The door opened and we both turned to see Waverley stepping out. War raised his brows in question as I clenched my fists. I fully expected her to say he was being tight lipped but I shouldn’t have been surprised when she told us what he said.
“Besides Mad Hog, there are four guys so loyal to Nytro they’ll do anything for him. They’re the ones you need to take out. Once those five are gone, Danica loses her hold on the club.”
“Did he elaborate on that?” War asked, pushing off the railing and stepping closer to his sister.
“You’ll never find them or get close to them, they will have gone deeper once they realized Mace bolted. But right now, they don’t know we have him. As far as they’re concerned he ran. Everyone has kept tight lipped about Mace being here,” she pulled the cuffs of her shirt over her fists, a move so quintessentially Waverley. “Nytro won’t give a shit about Danica, no matter how much she thinks she controls him. All he wants right now, is Mace.”
“Meaning?” I asked and she turned her gaze to me.
“If we use him as bait, Nytro won’t be able to help himself coming out into the open.”
Chapter Nineteen
He had one stipulation, Ranger needed protection. Mace didn’t know for sure if Nytro was aware they’d kept in touch, and even though Ranger thought he had enough people around him to keep him safe, Mace was worried. Ballistic pointed out Ranger would never accept help from the Devil’s, but Mace told him to go to Marla. It would piss Ranger off, but he’d never been able to say no to his Old Lady, and definitely not on stuff like this.
Even though Mace didn’t say it, it had been clear to me and Ballistic when we visited him, the guy wasn’t actually living, he was just existing. I thought he’d welcome death, and one that wasn’t by his own hand.
Marla had come across as an asshole, but she was his Old Lady and she’d want to protect him, to save him. War said it would stand us in good stead with the other Kingsmen who hated Nytro. Not that I cared about shit like that, but the Prez and VP needed to think into the future.
King saw it as a way to control the narrative going forward. The Kingsmen would never want to feel indebted to us but it would make for an easier life if they at least didn’t want to retaliate for us taking out their President. Which King fully intended to do.
Mace hadn’t given us much more to go on than what he told Waverley, just that he could give us a number to contact Nytro on if we were tocome up with a plan that involved using him. King and the other officers had disappeared when we gave them the information. Ballistic pulled me to one side and told me to go check out the warehouse and make sure his directive wasn’t being ignored or worked around.
I didn’t like leaving Waverley, but she was with Rosa. They’d actually gone off compound to her house again. They had six guys with them but I could see how grateful Wave was to no longer feel held captive on the compound. She’d kissed me with so much heat, a few of the guys whooped and hollered, making me curse their asses and Waverley laugh as she got into Rosa’s car. I could forgive them their bullshit just hearing that laugh.
Handlebar and Goldie were watching Mace again, still up in King’s cabin. I wasn’t sure if people were looking at him with more respect or more disdain knowing he’d given us information to take down Nytro. That he was offering to use himself as bait went some way to allowing my brothers to question their outright hatred, but some were skeptical it was a trap or a way of escaping.
Banshee led the charge on those assumptions, but it was his go-to default, always paranoid. It went far beyond caution, and everyone took it with a pinch of salt, King giving little lip service to his concerns. I tended to agree with King and the others this time though. Mace knew he was fucked, and we were his only choice now.
We’d gone and picked up his bike. It was where we’d left it behind the motel near Parsippany. Handlebar had practically drooled over it when we hid it away in the garage, running his hand over it. I’d cracked a joke at him about feeling up another man’s bike and he stared at me in horror at the thought.
The guy was so far gone for machines. I’d never actually seen him with a woman, he was discrete about shit like that. He had to be getting some, he was a good-looking fucker, I’d seen women drooling over him for years, including Waverley. That had soured my mood and made me leave the garage.
Either way, we didn’t want Mace knowing we had his bike, let him worry about what had become of it, that was punishment enough for any biker.
I rode to the warehouse with Casper and Raptor. I’m sure he hadn’t intended it to be a makeshift prison, but it was definitely set up to lenditself that way. There were at least six guys to most of the rooms and it was starting to smell a bit ripe in there. I didn’t recognize any of them, but I’d never taken any time to get to know these assholes.
Kansas had set up some cameras in the rooms and I sat near one of my brothers to check them out. Cueball was drinking a large take-out cup of coffee, his feet up on the table where there were a couple of laptops for the cameras. I stared at them all, thinking over what Mace said about the majority of the brothers in the Kingsmen not wanting to follow Nytro’s lead.
He’d reiterated these guys had families, kids and women who were scared shitless over what happened to them. We couldn’t let them go, not yet.
