Rebel stares at me in silence for a few seconds, then he swears under his breath.
“If we didn’t do it, he was going to.”
“As was his right, don’t you think?” Rebel asks. He’s pissed. On both counts, finding out what Dutton did, and that we had to take him out when he could have potentially been useful.
Rebel’s sister works at the bar next door. Raven grew up in the club like Rebel. Like with other women, she’s not a member, but she is such a fixture around here that no one bothers when she gets into shit.
She is feisty as fuck and has had a few run-ins with the brothers but it’s more entertaining than annoying. Rebel keeps her in line if she goes too far, so I don’t worry. He's a protective bastard when it comes to Raven, hearing about Ghost’s sister makes him rethink the annoyance.
He’d tear apart anyone who hurt his sister with his bare hands.
“Ghost isn’t going to be an issue anymore. I've released him from the club.”
His brow lifts. “You need him.”
“He never was a true member.”
“Which is also something you’ve never fully explained.”
“Is there any point?”
He leans back. “Are you kicking him lose so you don’t have to explain what he did for you over the years?”
A smile curls my lips. Rebel shakes his head.
“What about the other idiot you were following that led us to Dutton?” he asks.
“He was a go between, he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. Nashville scared the piss out of him last night. He’s being encouraged to move out of the apartment block.”
“After you left, I managed to get something out of him.” He ignores my glare and I let it go. “I’ve put feelers out about the name he gave us.”
“And?”
“Nothing, yet.” He rubs a hand across his jaw. "Blaze is working on it."
“We can figure it out.”
After a long hard look, he gets up. “Stryker needs a word. Shall I send him up?”
“Gimme ten minutes, I’ve got some calls to make.”
Rebel nods and leaves.
Someone is messing in Blackhawk Disciples business. For now, it’s nothing too serious, but it has the potential to go bad. I need to stop it before it does. So far, we’ve struggled to figure out who is undermining us.
They’re starting out small, but they’ve approached one of our business partners to offer them abetterdeal.
What my buyer doesn’t realize is, the cut in prices is for a reason. It will eventually bite them in the ass. Either with subpar product, or bad protection. Rather than try to convince them I’m right, I’m going after the assholes trying to take business from me.
Closing my eyes I take a few moments to center myself.
Stryker is the club’s Reaper. He will have been the one to run Dutton up to the Farm last night. He’s quiet, keeps to himself, doesn’t ask many questions. Fuck knows what he wants.
I check my phone and go to the chat with Phoenix. He’s still left me on read. Fuck, that has got to change, and soon.
A text comes in before I can put the phone away. It’s Jesse, letting me know his car has been fixed and is in the parking lot at the clinic.
Jesse:
