I shake my head. While both my brothers can fight, they’ve never had a match in the cage, and I don’t want their first time to be that night.
“No, he’s mine. We just need to come up with a plan. Make Hancock’s underhandedness backfire on him. But I also want to know if anyone else is involved.”
“Did you ask Mr. Unknown?” Holden questions as Nash sits and pouts for being sidelined.
“No, but that is a good idea.”
We continue to eat, each of us throwing out different ways we can handle the two men. I know Hancock needs to go down in the ring. Everyone needs to see what a fucking liar he is. But first, we need to know whom to trust.
The guys clean up when we’re done, and I head back upstairs to my room.
Me: Who can I trust in the club? We’re planning to take them down, but I need to know who to watch for.
Unknown: I can find out for you. Give me til Thursday.
Thursday. That gives us until Saturday night to come up with a foolproof plan.
Me: Why are you helping me? Do we know each other?
I wait for a reply, but there’s silence. It only makes me curious. If this is someone I know, why wouldn’t they just tell me outright?
Unknown: I don’t know you personally, but I do know who you are. I’m helping you because Hancock is in the wrong, and I’m tired of bad guys coming out on top. The good guy needs to win.
Me: And I’m the good guy?
Unknown: Compared to him. Yes. There is a blurred line between good and evil. Just because you walk the line doesn't mean you're bad. I’ll have the information for you.
Me: Thanks.
Now it’s time to make Hancock and Solomon pay.
Chapter 27
River
Ipromised Roman I’d have the information today. I’ve been working around the clock, checking everyone as if the members of this club were attacking a member of my own family. My shoulders sagged with relief when everyone else checked out clean. The only dirty one working there is Solomon. He seems to have his grubby hands in all kinds of nefarious acts. One in particular draws my attention. He made calls to Joey Ritz with The Omega Foundation. Now that’s a vile man. He was a serial killer hiding behind the face of an entity that’s supposed to protect omegas. May he burn in Hell. His demise was especially spectacular. I have to give it to the Skarlanthan Pack, they really know how to kill someone.
I open my drawer and pull out my business phone. I guess that’s the best term for what it actually is.
Me: I have some good news. Seems only Hancock and Solomon are shady. The rest of the employees and the owner of the club check out.
Instantly a reply comes back.
Roman: That’s good news.
Roman: Thank you.
Me: You’re welcome. Make sure to win your fight. I hope this information helps.
Roman: It more than helps. Thanks again, Mr. Unknown.
Mister. He thinks I’m a man. Typical. Or is he using it as a ploy for me to divulge something about myself? But I’ll let him keep thinking that. It ensures my anonymity. I decide to leave it at that, bringing the conversation to an end. But there’s always later today. They will be here to work on the deck.
My mind keeps drifting to Hancock and Solomon. While I don’t doubt that Roman can handle them, I don’t want him to have to. I could rid the world of both of them, all it would take is one word to the guys and they would be erased from the face of the Earth.
I sit at my desk, thrumming my fingertips nervously on the wood, as I gnaw on my bottom lip. Dare I ask them to do this for me? How do I even go about it without them knowing it’s for the VanAcker Pack?
Maybe if I just exaggerate the truth a bit. I can always say it’s for someone I’m trying to help. That’s not exactly a lie. Plus those two fuckers are shady. Not to mention they’re aligned with The Omega Foundation. I can’t wait for the day when we can close them down completely, airing all the secrets they’ve tried to keep and exposing all the dirty deeds they’ve committed.
