I wet my lips, preparing to eat humble pie. “I was going to tell you about it. It’s a cabin that’s been in my dad’s family for generations. It’s where we went once a month to train.”
“Wait! Granddad knows about it?” Saint looks seriously unhappy.
I walk over to him, climbing into his lap, ignoring the stab of pain that shoots through my ribs. “Don’t do that. Diesel knew about it because it’s where we trained. Period.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Theo asks.
I drag my lower lip between my teeth, trying to find the right words to explain it. “The cabin was something Dad and I did together. Our secret, or so we thought. After he died, it became my retreat from the world when things threatened to become too much. I planned to take you there, but we’ve only recently cleared up our differences, and with everything going on, there hasn’t been time.”
Saint peers into my eyes, and I let him see the truth. He nods, brushing his thumb against my lower lip, and a relieved sigh escapes my mouth.
“How far away is it?” Theo asks.
“It’s about a two-hour drive from here.”
Saint lifts me off his lap, placing my feet on the ground as he stands behind me. “So, what are we waiting for? Let’s make a move.”
CHAPTER 6
WE DEAL WITHTaylor first, adding a few more cuts and bruises to her pretty face, and I enjoy her anguished screams as I hack off her long blonde hair with my knife, leaving her with short, jagged ends that will take some time to grow back. I want that bitch to look in the mirror every day and be reminded of me and the danger she’s placed her family in by coming after us.
After her little makeover, we dump her on her father’s doorstep. We make it clear to him that we’re letting her live on the understanding they drop their vendetta. Taylor’s father is a member of The Bulls, so he understands we’ve shown leniency, and he’s clearly no fool, because he gives us his word that this ends now. Still, we’re taking no chances, and Saint makes the call to Marwan, the new Bull’s prez, ensuring he’s aware of what’s gone down.
“What do we do about Sinner?” I ask when we’re on the highway, heading toward the cabin.
“We can’t tell him the truth because he’ll start an all-out war with The Bulls,” Theo says.
“Not if we present it as an opportunity to ensure they are kept firmly under his thumb,” Saint muses while he drives. “I’ll call him from the cabin. Explain how we handled it and why.”
“He’ll kill her old man,” Galen pipes up from the back seat. “His daughter tried to take us out. He’ll never let that slide.”
“That can’t happen,” I say. “Taylor will come after us with all guns blazing if her dad dies.”
“We need to give Sinner something else to worry about,” Caz proposes.
“Maybe we give Darrow something,” I say, mulling it over in my head, before it comes to me. I glance over at Saint. “The location of the supplies warehouse.”
Deathly silence greets my suggestion.
“It’s too risky,” Galen says after a few tense beats. “That secret has been kept for generations. Sinner would go postal, and he won’t stop until he discovers who leaked that intel. We can’t take that chance.”
“What if we do this in reverse,” Saint suggests, and all eyes dart to him.
“Explain,” Theo says.
“We get the location of The Arrows supply warehouse and feed that to Sinner. Give him a project to occupy his mind.”
“How?” Caz asks. “That’s as well guarded as our warehouse, and if Bryant knew anything, he’d have already told Sinner.”
“Valid point,” Galen admits. “We need a quick win.”
“Has anyone heard from Bry recently? Has he planted the hidden camera in Archer Quinn’s office yet?” I ask.
“He’s due to update us,” Saint says. “I’ll call him and see if it’s done.”
“That could be our best shot. If he can get details of the next Arrows shipment, we could feed that to Sinner and let him have at it.”
“I’ll make it happen,” Saint says. “And I’ll call Marwan and tell him to sit tight on the Tamlins so Sinner doesn’t hear about it before we’re ready to tell him.”
