Don’t let them get in your head.
Mummy will have you back safe and sound soon.
Your grandfather is really looking forward to spending more time with you.
He said he really liked the flower you wore in your hair yesterday.
See you soon.
Love Mum
11
“Everyone off my property! NOW!”
My club brothers frown, their gazes shooting to the Marx crew as if I’m only speaking to them, and not everyone.
“Ringo.” Abbey comes rushing down the steps, Alana on her heels. “What are you doing?”
“Someone here went into Tahli’s room and put that note next to her,” I snap, my eyes remaining on the gathering crowd of men. “Lewy has confirmed that the cameras were covered in some sort of foam spray, and since no one was picked up sneaking onto the property, it means whoever went into her room was already here amongst us.”
My gaze flashes to my Angel to see her pale, but she quickly shakes it off as she glances around.
“But we need them,” she whisper-snaps. “Who will watch the property? Who will protect us? Your mum and sisters?”
“Uhhh, yeah, big guy. Who the hell is making sure I don’t get slaughtered in my sleep?” Alana asks, actually sounding concerned instead of annoyingly playful for once.
“What’s going on, man?” JD asks as Smitty approaches, and, fuck me, everyone I glance at looks fucking suspicious. Like all of a sudden they’ve sprouted devil horns and are revealing their true evil fucking nature.
But they aren’t. They look just the same as they always do. It’s just my fucking paranoia.
I know exactly why Abbey reacted the way she did when we were in Tahli’s room earlier, because fuck. We have no fucking idea who is fucking us over. No fucking idea who we can and can’t trust.
“Who are we tossing?” Smitty sing-songs as he casually strolls to my side, looking back over the Marx men and Southern Sadists watching on.
“Everyone,” I snap, glaring at him.
It takes him a moment to notice that I also mean him, and when it clicks, he flinches back, slapping a hand to his chest.
“Moi?”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics.
“You, and you.” I turn to JD before shifting my gaze to Jols, who is standing behind him. “And you. Fucking everyone.”
Jols and JD frown, but I ignore them and turn back to the growing crowd.
“All Marx crew are no longer required,” I announce loudly so everyone can fucking hear. If I have to repeat myself, I’m gonna spill fucking blood. “All Southern Sadists return to the Fox Pines compound. I’ll be returning there later.”
The Marx crew glance at Riggs, who nods, and they turn and start packing up their stuff, while the Sadists scratch their heads dumbly for a moment, so I face Smitty.
“Get our guys back to the compound. I’ll return as soon as I can.”
“You the boss now?” Smitty snaps, looking pissed at me.
“When we are on my land, yes,” I hiss back, not in the fucking mood for his bullshit.
If he has a problem with it, he can have it out with me later.
