“A sweet girl will give him sweet fun. Maybe he wants nasty fun.”
A slow grin broke curved Mav’s lips. “That true, Saint? You prefer a bad girl who’s gonna let you do all sorts of nasty shit to her?”
Saint groaned and stared up at the fluorescent lights. No way was he admitting Rocket hit the nail on the head.
“You know, sometimes those sweet girls are closet freaks. The freakiest.”
“All right, can we cut the shit?” Copper broke in. “Give the guy a break. He can pick his own women to fuck. “Long as he stays away from Beth, I don’t give a shit who he fucks or how.”
Awesome.Did that mean he shouldn’t mention the dirty thoughts he’d had about Beth in the shower that morning? Or how he’d stroked himself raw imagining her in there with him, moaning and begging for his cock?
Probably not.
“No worries there, Prez,” he said as his stomach turned over. “Pretty sure none of us are stupid enough to go there.”
Copper grunted.
“All right, I’ll get serious,” Mav said as Melody walked back over with a loaded tray giving off scents of cinnamon and maple.
She deposited the food with quick efficiency and no flirtation this time, reading the change of tone at the table. “Enjoy, gentlemen. Flag me down if you need anything else.”
“Thanks, hon.” Mav wasted no time slathering his omelet in hot sauce. “So what’ve you got for us, Cop?” As soon as the question left his lips, he shoveled in an enormous bite of food in his mouth.
Copper shifted to pull his phone from his pocket. After a few swipes and taps, he laid it, screen up, in the center of the table. “Jigsaw took this last night.”
Rocket must have already viewed the photos because he didn’t lean in the way Mav and Saint did.
“Shit,” Mav muttered as he swiped through the photos of a man wearing a biker cut distributing drugs to various buyers behind a dumpster. “Fentanyl?”
“That’s my guess.”
“Fuck. Last thing we need is an active dealer right here in town.”
“Yeah.”
Saint risked a glance at Copper, who wore a fierce scowl. “Where were these taken?”
“Behind that payday loan place on Wilkshire. He spotted the rider on the highway when he was with Izzy in her car. They tailed him until he set up shop. Said he sold to about five people before they had to leave so Iz could get to work on time.”
“Mav, zoom in so I can see their rockers.” Mav separated his fingers, narrowing in on a back view of the biker’s cut. “What’s that say, Devil’s something. Dominion?”
“That’s what it looks like to me too,” Mav added. He’d abandoned his food and frowned at the phone, entirely focused on the task at hand.
“Yeah, that’s what I came up with. I did a cursory search on them. Not much info. Think they’re based out of Memphis.”
“Hmm.” Mav stroked his chin, one of the few places on his body not covered in ink. “I’ll head to the office and do a deeper dive when we leave.” He owned a security company that specialized in PI work, camera installation, and the like. If information on these guys existed, Maverick would find it.
“I might know someone who could clue us in to who these guys are.”
Copper raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Nodding, Saint sat back against the booth and picked up his knife and fork. If he didn’t start eating, his food would go cold, and nothing sucked more than a piping hot breakfast gone cold. “Yeah, you all know how I was when Mak and I first escaped the cult. I was an angry fucking kid. I fell in with a shit crowd for a while. Thunder and Mak basically slapped me upside my head, set me right, and helped me get legit work too. Started me repossessing cars, which turned out to be a perfect fit for someone who didn’t mind confrontation and knew how to disappear fast. But I still know a few people from back then. I’m thinking of one guy in particular who probably shouldn’t be alive right now. No way would a new supplier fly under his radar.”
“Think you can get in touch with him today?”
“Probably. As long as he’s not face down in a ditch somewhere.”
“All right. Good. Mav, you get on the computer. Saint, you get with your friend. Hopefully, we can dig up enough dirt to have something to use as leverage to drive them out of town before shit turns violent or people start dropping dead from Fent ODs.”
