He’s pissed about the brothers we’ll be putting in the ground tomorrow.
He’s stressed about the Feds who won’t get off our backs.
But most of all, he’s scared for his family. For Tempe and Austin. For everything being out of his control lately.
Elijah passes out, and Steel rounds the chair, smashing his fist into his cheek to wake him up.
“Who sent you to my clubhouse?” Steel finally asks, losing his patience.
“They didn’t—”
Steel grabs him by the throat and holds out a hand, so I offer him my knife. He spins it around, shoving it through Elijah’s shoulder.
“Lie to me, and we start over from the beginning.” He pulls the knife free, and blood spills down Elijah’s chest.
“We were hired.”
“By who?”
“Some guy that owns a casino.”
“Zane?”
He nods.
My teeth grit as I look over at Soul. We assumed Zane was behind this after we found out how expensive the equipment was that bypassed Ghost’s security grid, but to hear it still pisses me off. Taking out the Iron Sinners wasn’t enough. Zane wants to eliminate all competition in Vegas.
And now, he’s raised the stakes. Breached our compound and killed our men on our land.
Zane came for us, and now we’re coming for him.
“Changed my mind,” Steel says, grabbing the bag from his pocket again and circling the chair.
“Wait—”
Steel doesn’t listen. He secures the bag around Elijah’s throat and makes him struggle until he almost blacks out this time. There’s no pause as he rips it off, and Havoc pours water over him until he nearly drowns.
When he vomits now, only water comes out. There’s nothing left to heave.
Ghost steps forward for the second round of questions, and Steel doesn’t let go of Elijah’s head, like he wants him to remember the risk of not answering honestly.
Not that the truth will do him any good right now.
“How did you know how to break through our system?” Ghost asks, his tone deathly cold.
“I didn’t. That was Liam’s job.”
“How did he know what to do?”
“We had plans. A grid or something. I don’t remember what he called it. We were told where to enter. They said some guy named Reyes helped with it.”
Reyes.
Fuck, I never want to hear that name again.
He was the nephew of the Iron Sinners president, and he infiltrated our club, pretending to prospect and stealing secrets. We put both him and his uncle in the ground, but clearly, they aren’t done fucking with us.
Ghost looks at Steel. “The system’s been upgraded since then.”
