I barge into the club house, the door nearly coming off the hinges.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Shark asks, getting to his feet. He and the other guys are sitting at the table, eating breakfast.
“We have a problem,” I growl. “Someone was at my house.”
“The fuck do you mean?” Shark asks.
The guys that are sitting at the table have stopped eating and are listening carefully. A quick look at them tells me we’re missing a bunch.
“Tommy said he heard someone walking around in the middle of the night. Thought it was me. Didn’t see anyone. This morning, there’s footprints in the snow.”
“Who the fuck would be so ballsy?” Ghost barks.
“Pretty sure I know exactly who it was.” I glance down the hall toward Coyote’s office. “He here?” I ask.
“Haven’t seen him all day,” Shark says with a shake of his head.
“Who was it?” Snapper asks carefully, but something in his tone tells me he already knows.
It’s rare he gives a fuck about anything, but I know he gives a fuck about Anastacia. Or maybe it’s just the baby. Either way, I appreciate it. If there’s anyone in this club I want on my side, it’s him, the crazy fuck. Though I’m pretty sure I’m about to put his crazy to shame with what I’m about to do.
But the more people who care about my family, the better. That’s what this club is about, after all. We’re a family too, and we are there for each other, all the time, no matter what.
Staring down the hall, with my hand in my hair, I glance back at the guys. Every single one of them looks concerned and like they want to help. But will they help if I tell them what I’m about to do? Yeah, I think they will, but maybe I don’t want them involved.
The less people who hear this, the better. I have no idea how this is going to turn out, and it could really fuck the club over. I don’t want them going down with me if this shit goes sideways.
“Let’s talk just the three of us,” I say, then move down the hall. I hear heavy footsteps after me, and I’m sure it’s only Shark and Snapper following me. Who else would I be talking about?
I turn into Shark’s office, and he closes the door once all of us are inside.
“It’s Dorothea’s father,” I ground out. “That fucking Iron Runner prick.”
“Are you sure he’s still with them?” Shark asks.
“Oh, come on, Shark! Don’t tell me you actually believe all that shit,” I bark.
“What shit?” he asks with a frown.
“Them breaking up. Parting ways. Whatever the fuck bullshit they said. They’re playing us to get to the border.”
Do I believe that? I don’t know. But I also don’t believe the shit they told us either. At least, not completely.
Shark’s eyes widen, and he looks at his brother, who gives away nothing.
“Grizz—”
“No,” I growl, holding up my hand. “Don’t tell me that you trust all those pricks. I sure as fuck don’t. How the fuck are they going to kidnap women,rape them, force them to have their babies, and then act like they’re good guys? They ain’t like us!”
“We never said they were good guys, but they told us half of them left. It was part of our deal. The only reason we considered it was because of that specifically,” Shark says. “I’m not saying they’re perfect, and a treaty doesn’t mean we’re partnering with them, it just means we’re keeping things cool. We don’t have to like them, and we don’t have to do them favors.”
“But we have to play nice,” I hiss.
“Look, obviously you’re pissed—”
“Damn right I am!” I throw my arms up, barking out a humorless laugh.
“As you should be,” Shark adds. “I’d be just as pissed, man, trust me. But if we’re going to handle this, we need to think rationally. And if the IR are playing us, they’re going to fucking pay for that.”
