“Convenient. But what do we care, that’s water under the bridge now. Dead and gone.” Where the fuck is Max going with this when I need to be over at the police station where I can keep an eye on his fucking sister.
“One of the dudes inside when Willow was undercover, his name was Bolt, not the main man in charge, but one of the associates, a real nasty piece of work.”
“He got away?”
“Not sayin’ he did or didn’t, but later, when the Chicago boys came to mop up, that’s how they found out who he was.”
“So? Who the fuck is he?”
“Aaron Bolt: his father was a serial killer.”
My eyes widen. “No shit.”
“He haunted Baton Rouge for the majority of the new millennium until he was caught over a decade ago.”
“What’s this got to do with Willow?”
“Dad told me about the threats, not that he ever really had a choice. I knew he was up to somethin’, and I’d find out eventually. He may not like any MC, but he’s not dumb. He knows that we have numbers and men at the ready.”
“Your dad is a piece of work,” I mutter. “But for him to involve the MC, that doesn’t sit well. I take it you’re tellin’ me about Bolt for a reason?”
“I looked into him a little more closely after Ethan and Xander told me some messed up shit. His pops had a similar MO as the shit that’s been sent to Wills. A coincidence? Maybe. But there’s no record of him bein’ detained by the police. Maybe yougutted him already, but it’s worth lookin’ into. I can only go so far, but you’ve got the resources to expand further.”
I raise a brow. “Thanks, but why are you tellin’ me this and not your pops?”
“He has a list of suspects a mile long, and we both know what he thinks of my opinions on any subject. Could be nothin’, but it didn’t sit right not saying somethin’.”
For a split second, I feel for the dude. Nobody is ever gonna be higher than Cameron’s ego, that much is for sure, but kids don’t deserve to feel less than. No matter how old they get.
“Appreciate it, any lead is worth checkin’ out. These Chicago boys stayin’ away from here?”
He nods. “They have no plans to expand. If Ethan wasn’t in jail, and Xander caught wind earlier what was goin’ on, I have no doubt they would’ve stepped in.”
“When you say vigilantes?”
“You’d approve. Unfortunately, what happened here gave them all a bad name. Unlike Bolt, they keep the city clean and deal with the trash. The Russians don’t care, as long as they’re at the top of the food chain,” he goes on. “They didn’t like what happened here, so if you get any trouble, I’m sure they’d cooperate.”
It’s no different from motorcycle clubs all being labeled as 1% clubs who just do bad shit, but we’re used to that.
I give him a chin lift. “Appreciate it, but we can deal with our own backyard, kid. I’ll check it out. In the meantime, if you wanna make yourself useful, make sure you’re around when I’ve got to get to the office. I have prospects on the case, but we all know how easily distracted they get.”
“That’s why I’m here,” Max declares. “Until this shit blows over.”
I go to stand, knowing I’ll have to let Cash know about what he told me. The so-called NOLA Cut City Boys are well and trulyover in this city, but in case there’s any backlash later on, it’s better that he knows. “Nothin’ is gonna happen. It’s just some crazy asshole.”
“I hope you’re right. Wills is the only person in my life who ever believed in me,” he says.
I glance up at him, my brow furrowed. “That’s because she’s an exceptional person.”
He smirks. “When are you makin’ it official?”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up, asshole. I’m workin’ on it. You hear anythin’ else, big or small, let me know first.”
“Got it.”
“Bane knows you’re takin’ extended leave?” I ask before I go.
The Hellions may be our friends, but we also don’t wanna take advantage when Max doesn’t belong here or to our club.
