King gave a sharp nod then looked away from everyone. That wasn’t something he’d mentioned before. It was proof right there, if what they were insinuating was correct. Danica tried to take out her sister and unborn niece or nephew. What kind of sick fucked up person was this woman?
“You don’t know where this house is?” King asked Mace, he shook his head.
“Should be easy enough to find,” he said quietly. We could all see the look on his face now. It wasn’t exactly remorse, or sympathy for what he’d learned here tonight. It was more an understanding of what was the right thing to do. “Her husband’s name was Francis Miller.”
King flicked a look at Banshee who was immediately on his feet and leaving the room. A few minutes after he left, we were still all in silence, a knock at the door broke it. Handlebar entered when War shouted to come in.
“Sheriff’s here,” he said.
King nodded and got up, Dirt followed him, then after giving me a look, War went too. It left me, Ink and Mace sitting at the table and Ballistic standing over by the giant mural of our patch on the wall, where he had remained standing after calling to make sure Waverley and Cassie were safe.
“You could have told us this sooner,” I stood off to the side of the table, my gaze fixed on Mace.
“Put yourself in my place,” was how he responded. He held my look though, the arrogant fuck. Even if he was right. He had no idea of what was at play here, he was protecting himself. When it counted, he’d come clean.
“Hustle, you and Handlebar take him back up to the cabin, for now.”
I wanted to protest, last thing I needed right now was hanging out with this guy but Ballistic’s face didn’t leave much room for argument. I wanted to stay close to the clubhouse, to find out what was going on with the Kingsmen. War would let me know. I didn’t respond, just glanced at Mace then headed for the door. I heard the chair move and he followed behind me.
I text Wave after getting Mace up to the cabin. Handlebar was inside with him while I stood out on the porch and looked into the dark. I’d figured she would be asleep but should have known better. She wouldn’t sleep till she heard from us. She’d called me a few minutes after the text went through.
I didn’t give her all the details of what went down with the cartel, just that they’d shown up and the plan went to hell with Nytro and anotherofficer still unaccounted for but reassured her King had a plan. I didn’t know what the fuck it was, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Everyone is okay,” I told her after she asked what happened.
I spotted War trudging up towards the cabin as she was filling me in on how things were going with Connor. There wasn’t much to tell, he was still being a surly bastard, but his fever was getting better, and the doctor wasn’t so worried about him anymore, they’d adjusted his medication though.
War stopped in front of me lifting his chin. I nodded, letting him know it was Waverley. He yawned without saying anything.
“So am I still being side lined out here, or can I come back?”
“Never thought I’d see the day you were asking to come back here, Wave,” I laughed.
“Keep talking shit and I won’t come back at all.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Asshole.”
“We’ve established that. I need to go,” I sighed. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“Always.” I hung up and War made a face at me. “That’s your sister you’re about to make a gross derogatory remark about.”
He leaned his elbows on the porch railing, shutting his mouth. I pocketed the phone and waited. “Hammer just got back, the bodies of those cartel guys are gone. No one will find them, and there is nothing to tie us to being there.”
“You ever wonder how he can do the shit he does?” I asked.
“Who, Hammer? Fuck no, I’m glad we have someone who seems happy to do it. Before him, Dirt said they were always digging graves,” he laughed. After a minute, he turned away from me and asked how Connor was.
I explained what Wave told me, he didn’t give any reaction.
“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” I raised my brows as he looked back over at me. I was fucking exhausted. The massive adrenalin dump from earlier was catching up to me now. We were all safe, Wavewas protected and even though Nytro slipped through our fingers, we weren’t in a place that we needed to worry. I needed to crash.
“This Miller guy was big in the stock markets. Fucker was eighty-six when he died,” he made a face.
“At least she is consistent in her life goals.”
