“Razer called.”
Beast and I exchange a look. Anything else is going to have to wait. We get on our bikes and head to the clubhouse.
Things are tense when we arrive but no one says anything as we walk up the stairs.
Everyone except Razer is here now. Nero’s gaze flicks to Beast as he takes his seat. He waits until we’re all sitting down then pushes his cell phone onto the table and hits the speaker button.
“Everyone is here. What have you got?” Nero gets straight to the point.
“This whole town is smaller than Locust Point,” he starts out, sounding frustrated. “Keeping a low profile is not easy.”
“Is this the part where you tell us your job is hard, or you get to the fucking point?”
Nero frowns at Rebel but doesn’t say anything. Everyone is on edge over Storm. Not knowing where the fucker is makes us all frustrated and anxious.
“The surrounding area is owned by a group called the Kivisto’s. They’re a mobbed up family out of Finland.”
“Finland?” Blaze asks, grabbing hold of his beard, a habit he has when he is thinking.
“Second generation but from what I’ve seen, it’s slick.”
“Storm is working with them?” Nero asks, looking pissed.
I get it, how the fuck does he keep landing on his feet? Everything went to shit with his last collaboration. Cannon and his crew are likely to be locked up for the next ten to twenty years.
“Trying to. Remember Kirk Wallen? I saw him having a meeting with two of the Kivisto’s. We can’t get close enough to see what is going down.”
“You still haven’t had eyes on Storm?” Rebel asks.
“No,” Razer says, the frustration clear in his voice.
“I thought Kirk Wallen was in prison,” Fury says.
“He got out a year ago,” Blaze said, his face a mask of anger.
“That is a piece of information we could have used. We can’t afford to let anything slip by us.”
“That’s on me, Prez,” Blaze shakes his head.
“Go find out everything you can about the Kivisto family,” Nero says and we all watch Blaze as he stands, his chair pushing back a lot harder than necessary, almost toppling over as he leaves the room.
No one will judge him as harshly as he will judge himself.
“How do you want me to play it?” Razer asks.
“We get intel on this family, you keep watching Wallen. Storm might be making some good moves, but bringing in Wallen isn’t one of them. Fresh out of prison and not having anywhere to turn means he could be swayed.”
“You want me to try that?”
“Not yet, let Blaze get what he can on this family. I want to know if they’re smart enough to see through Wallen or if they’re just going for whatever Storm is promising them. Hold tight for a couple more days.”
“Got it.”
Razer hangs up and Nero tucks his phone back in his pocket.
“How does he keep evading us?” Stryker asks. “He wasn’t this smart before. Maybe we should have kept Chains alive longer.”
“Chains didn’t know anything else,” Nero cuts that line of thought off.
