So the Rebels took the Carusos down, but the police got all the accolades. From the inside out, I see what’s been going on in this city, which is one of the reasons a shakeup in the force was necessary.
Too much corruption meant too many cops were looking the other way, and that divides the force. It was the biggest arrest in New Orleans in recent years.
At least with the Rebels, I know Cash has no agenda other than keeping this city safe. The Hellions, however? Well, I know they were heavily involved in cracking a trafficking operation by some asshole called Monty Jefferson in Mississippi, out of my jurisdiction of course, but it was huge. Jefferson was never heard from again.
Bane and his MC not only helped, they more or less orchestrated the whole thing. Nevada,who was trying to find his ol’ lady’s kidnapped sister, Tilly, was heavily involved in the takedown.
Speaking of which, Dad also seems to know an awful lot about the Hellions all of a sudden, and I have no doubt he’s donehis research the second he found out about Max. Now I’m kind of annoyed because he kept this to himself and didn’t tell me.
“Our beef with the Skeletons isn’t gonna reach you, or anybody,” Max says. “In fact, they’ve been quiet for a while now, so that’s good news.”
I love how Max just sweeps it all under the rug like everything is A-Okay. I worry about him. His fucking naive nature will get him hurt one day. Not everything is cut and dry. Maybe I’ve seen way too much as a cop, I don’t know, but I am concerned about him.
I know that the MC isn’t a cult like Dad suggested, but they are a brotherhood. And blood doesn’t always run as thick as water, despite what they say.
“MC’s like them are never quiet for long,” Dad says. “Just watch your back. Heaven knows I can’t convince you to come back home. Keep your head above water and your ass out of jail.”
I agree with those sentiments.
As the server clears, a text pops up on my phone. It’s from Haze.
Haze
Need to talk
I look up at my brother and Dad, both of them are looking at the dessert menu. I quickly thumb out a reply.
Me
Not tonight. Family night
Haze
Text SOS if you need help
I smile despite myself.
Me
I’ll be fine. I’m the one with a gun
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Haze
Of course, anything that involves the MC involves telling Cash. I don’t give a fuck what Cameron thinks, or says, and besides, he won’t know shit because what goes on inside the clubhouse, stays in the clubhouse.
“That’s fucked,” Cash says after looking at all the photos on my phone. “This person has an agenda, and they took the time to make this fucking collage.”
Yes, rape and murder being one of them. I’ve already arranged for two prospects to watch Willow at all times until I can get myself over to the station.
“Sinclair says they have no leads,” I tell him. “The man is clearly desperate if he’s askin’ me for help.”
“Or he knows you’ll do whatever it takes to keep Willow safe,” Ryder, the VP, puts in.
“That’s a given,” I mutter.
