After our talk, I head upstairs to find a shirt. I already know Miriam will yell at me for eating in the kitchen without being fully dressed. I’m starving, and I skipped breakfast.
I barely get my T-shirt on before my phone rings.
I stride over to the nightstand, picking up the call. “What?”
“Malachy, as chipper as ever.” Callum chuckles. “Listen, I have a snuggly little omega that I need to get back to, so I have to make this quick, but I need a favor…”
My eyebrows rise.
Callum is the guy everyone owes favors to. Him willingly putting himself in debt for a marker is practically unheard of.
Chapter Sixteen
Malachy
I’m a damn fool. I should have asked for three favors instead of one. Actually, I should have let Patrick negotiate with Callum.
Rather than spending the day snuggled up with Charlotte or hanging out with Lukas, getting to know the boy, I’m stuck gathering supplies and ordering around a team that I don’t even know.
That always makes me twitchy.
I like working with my own guys, but that’s the entire reason Callum will owe me big after tonight.
I’m the one putting my neck on the line if something goes sideways.
Callum’s guys are efficient at breaking and entering. It’s a little scary how fast they set up the motel room to look like a mobile meth lab. It’s even more impressive when the secondary team shows up to evacuate the motel and the surrounding area. There aren’t many people, and the ones who are staying at this placedon’t want to be bothered. No one complains as they’re told to find a new place to stay and given a few hundred dollars for their trouble.
The waiting is the worst part.
It’s cold as shit, and keeping the engine running would be suspicious. I turn the SUV on for short bursts, but time moves exceptionally slowly.
My phone vibrates in the cup holder, and I snatch it up. The name on the display is Cormac not Callum.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, answering the call.
“Grim won. Big surprise there,” Cormac says over the noise in the background. “The remaining bikers left without incident, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t planning to regroup. Wilder, Grim, and Callum seem to be having a celebratory foursome with their omega. They’re no help.”
I shrug, even though he can’t see it. “Callum told me to have his team proceed unless I hear from him. I’m going with that and lighting it up once they show.”
“Right,” he says, and the background noise gets even louder. “But I was thinking. They have no use for someone to get information out of…”
“But we do,” I say, finishing his sentence for him. “Ya want me to try to grab one of the remaining MC members?”
“Only if you can do so without blowing yourself up in the process,” Cormac says. “Excuse me, you’re blocking the door…”
I chuckle.
He’s so polite to strangers while casually talking about kidnapping a MC brother and tossing them into his torture dungeon.
It’s technically the basement under the shed, but he inherited the space from his biological father and immediately gave it an upgrade. It no longer looks like you’re walking into a dilapidated, collapsed building.
Patrick and I venture out there occasionally, since it’s linked to the main house with a convenient tunnel, but we mostly leave Cormac to play with whoever we need information out of.
I certainly don’t have the stomach necessary for torture. Somehow he does, and I’m grateful. It means I don’t have to do it.
“Do you have a kit with you?” Cormac asks. “This is why I tell you and Patrick not to leave home without one. I’ve even got them easily labeled. That way, you know what dosage to administer based on estimated body weight.” He means one of the drug kits he carries with himeverywhere.
“Sometimes you fecking scare me,” I tell him before hanging up.
