It goes without saying nothing leaves this room. We have a few cops on our payroll but Maguire has been working with Blackhawk for nearly ten years.
Crash, my predecessor, cultivated that relationship and I kept it up, paying him well. He’s done a lot of shit for us over the years. If he’s ever found out, he’ll be sent away for life and probably killed while in there. That’s why I want to keep him safe.
An anonymous tip to the narcotics division is all we have to do for Cannon’s club to get raided.
It’s more delicate with the biker gang. It may not be as fast as I want it to be, but it will be worth it. Anything I can do not to tip my hand to Taylor helps. I wish I hadn’t said the fucker would pay. She’s a smart woman, she will have put it together what I am by now. And not just another gang.
Which is why I’m surprised later when I text her that she not only replies, but invites me over. I should say no. If I’m going anywhere, it’s home again to be with my son, but the pull I feel towards her is making me doubt my decision.
Maybe one last time, to tell her it’s not happening, we’re not right for each other. Yeah, cos I’m big on talking about shit like that. Fuck it. I gather up my shit and let Beast know I’m not contactable for the next few hours but I’ll check in.
I’ve got all the brother’s checking in regularly. Given Storm’s grand plan got fucked up, we have got to be vigilant. I’m already breaking my travel in pairs rule. Shit, what the fuck am I doing going to her house. If anyone is following me, I’ll lead them right to her.
I pause and tap out a message to Jesse. It’s a lot to ask given how much time he’s been spending with Oscar. He agrees to take him overnight. I’m sure he knows why but isn’t asking questions, club business rarely comes to my home.
I let Speedway know what’s happening, and he’s going with them, although Jesse’s place is like Fort Knox, I still feel better knowing someone is watching over them.
Taylor takes a while to respond to my message for her to come to my place and my inner voice is telling me it’s best if she disagrees. I’m parking the bike when she messages to say she’s on her way.
I grab a quick shower and tidy up Oscar’s stuff. Although Taylor is aware of my son, I don’t need to leave reminders of him on show.
The file Garrett gave me on her was destroyed, I learned from that mistake when Jesse saw it. He didn’t buy my excuse that I was doing the background on her after she saw Oscar, he told me to stay the hell away from her. If only I could. Hell, I don’t fucking understand it either.
When she arrives, I open the door wearing a pair of sweatpants and if the way she looks at me is anything to go by, it’s very much appreciated. She looks hot as fuck in a little black dress. It’s nothing fancy, a casual wrap dress with flat shoes, but her legs are on display, and there is a hint of cleavage that has my mouth watering.
The bruises on her face have faded a lot but she could have also covered the worst of it up with make-up. Her split lip has healed up better.
It would be wrong to grab her and fuck her against the wall, even if that is what I’m picturing. I welcome her in and she follows me to the living room.
“I was surprised you asked me over,” she says, setting her purse on the floor by the couch.
“I’m surprised you agreed.”
“Why?”
“You going to say you’ve not asked questions about me, or looked me up.”
Her cheeks flush a little.
“What did you find out?”
She shrugs. “Not a lot that went into great detail, but I can read between the lines.”
“And you still came?”
Her breath comes out on a slow exhale, and she looks as unsure as I feel. “Looks like.”
My smirk grows into a grin. Now that is out the way, can I bend her over the couch? “Do you want a drink?” I say instead.
“What do you have?”
“Depends on what you feel like.”
“Vodka?”
“The heavy stuff, huh?”
“Why not?”
