“This is a good mood?” Montgomery asked.
Very slowly Alexander shot him a look. “Why in the hell did you try and get yourself killed? Why didn’t you call for backup? Why did you put our entire family and our operation front and center in front of a gang? And why the fuck did you blow up a warehouse owned by a new enemy?”
“It wasn’t about getting myself killed, but about making a statement.” I shoved aside the broken glass, grabbing one that remained undamaged. “And the Las Riveras weren’t going away, Alexander. They were tipped off that I was at a restaurant with Josette. They were waiting and they had no intention of allowing me to return home alive.”
“That’s because you killed Dejandro’s son.”
“You mean the man caught stealing ten million dollars’ worth of product from us. What would you have preferred I do?” I poured the glass full.
The continued tension in the room was to be expected. He took a deep breath.
“He’s right, Alex,” Montgomery offered.
Alexander wasn’t interested in compromises or excuses.
“If it makes you feel any better, I recovered our precious cargo.” I waited as the news sank in. Finally, Alexander’s expression softened.
“What in the fuck kind of game are you playing?”
“Have you heard of the Brotherhood?” I left the carrot dangling, enjoying a sip of my drink. After my expert sleuthing, I deserved the expensive glass of whiskey.
“Go on,” he gritted out.
I proceeded to tell them the story including regarding Josette’s true identity, even showing them the photographs on her phone. Afterwards, there was silence.
“That’s an incredible story,” Montgomery said, whistling through his teeth.
“You’re certain of the people involved,” Jaxon pushed.
Nodding, I glanced at Alexander, curious as to his reaction. “Yes, although I have no doubt there are more. Including members of our own private club.”
Alexander finally laughed. “They truly don’t know how powerful we are. What are your thoughts of bringing this stimulating but annoying chapter of business to a conclusion, Sin?”
“I say we set up a few meetings, eventually bringing all the players together.” I shifted my gaze among my brothers, chuckling under my breath.
Jaxon nodded. “I like the idea. We deal with them all at once.”
“Not necessarily. I say we also have a field trip to Texas. There’s a state penitentiary that needs some redecorating.” I continued to laugh. If the Las Riveras and Santos wanted to sic various chapters of their gang on us, we’d go to the source. We’d be doing the public a good service by ridding the world of tainted drugs in the process.
Finally, Alexander grinned. “Maybe I was a little premature in punching you after all.”
I rubbed my jaw on purpose. “A compliment from the king. I’m honored.”
He narrowed his eyes but nodded out of respect. At least I’d redeem myself.
“If only we knew who the mole was, I’d say this was one of our best days,” Jaxon suggested, even raising his glass.
Montgomery’s phone made noise. As soon as he glanced at the screen, his grin widened. “You asked me to find the source. Well, I did. You won’t like it, Sinclair, but don’t shoot the messenger.” He sent a return message before looking at me.
The sharp knock on the door was followed by two of Montgomery’s men storming inside. With a prisoner in tow.
“What the fuck?” I walked closer, surprised to see Tommy being led in like a traitor. “What are you trying to tell me, brother?” Tommy was a loyal soldier and had been for years.
“He’s the mole,” one of the soldiers said.
They’d worked him over, but it wasn’t anything compared to what I would do. “Let him go.”
They did, backing away a few feet. I hauled off and punched Tommy in the face just to get his attention.
