I pointed to the screen. “Look at this. Look at the transactions and how they line up.”
“That sneaky son of a bitch.”
I scoffed. “He’s informing for the FBI while also using their own tactics to dance around them.”
“We have to tell the rest of the club. I need to start waking their asses up.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked as I perched on my knees.
West started throwing some clothes on. “Relax and take a nice, hot shower. Give me an hour to fill the guys in, then come find me.”
“Got it. And West?”
“Yep?”
I sighed as I stepped off the bed. “Just tell them everything.”
He eyed me carefully. “Are you sure about that?”
I nodded. “They need to know, especially now that we’ve figured out a very important connection. Tell them, and I’ll help you field the chaos.”
His eyes danced between mine. “Make it thirty minutes, then. Chaos always comes sooner with these guys.”
I smiled softly. “Done.”
Then, I slipped into the bathroom in order to take the quickest shower of my fucking life.
Twenty-Three
West
I knocked on everyone’s door and told them to get up. That I was calling church. That I had some important information on how to take down Carlos once and for all. The men scrambled out of their rooms, jumping into pants and pulling shirts of their heads. Stone wasn’t amused at all, but at that point I didn’t give a shit what he thought. Chloe and I had done more to advance our plan than he had done in the months we’d been cooped up in the damn warehouse to begin with.
But I knew none of them would be happy once I started talking.
“Okay,” I said as I put on pots of coffee for all of us, “this is going to go better if you let me talk all the way through and then we do questions. Because it’s a hell of a lot, all right?”
Stone scoffed. “Does this explain why you and Chloe keep ditching us at every turn?”
“Actually, it does,” I said plainly before I put the laptop down on the kitchen table.
I turned it for all of them to see, but they all just shrugged.
“What the hell is that?” Texas asked.
That was when I launched into everything. The files. What Chloe had found. The proof we had that Carlos was informing for the FBI. Their jaws slowly hit the floor while the scent of coffee pulled all of us toward the kitchen countertop. But once I started talking about Chad Baker and Chloe’s connection to him, Frost held up his hand.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just—just wait a second. You’re telling me that Lexi knew that Chloe was running off to see an FBI agent?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
Texas’s eyes narrowed. “The same FBI agent that Carlos is informing for?”
I nodded again. “Yes.”
Stone growled. “And you didn’t think to tell us that someone in this fucking warehouse had a connection to the god damn FBI!?”
They all erupted into a sea of yelling, cursing, and demanding. I watched as Chloe peeked her head around the corner and I quickly shook my head, hoping to save her from the brunt of their anger. She leaned against the doorway, folding her arms over her chest in defiance, just like I figured she would. But it was worth a shot, I suppose.
