I took one last swig of coffee from my second mug before I clicked my tongue. “What’s up?”
“When you’re ready to share with the group, wanna tell us all what you found on Wes’s phone?”
I found all eyes on me as we sat around the circular wooden table right next to the room where we had that bastard trapped. He wasn’t making a sound, which told me he had given up fighting us. But whether that was altogether or just for now, I wasn’t sure.
“Uh, yeah,” I said as I cleared my throat. “Like I told you, I gained access to all of his bank accounts, emails, pictures, documents—”
“How?” Bender asked.
I shrugged. “Used his face to unlock his phone.”
“Ah, the dreaded facial recognition software,” Angel said.
I snickered. “Yeah, that. I just held his phone up to his face, and boom. Access to everything.”
“Did you find anything juicy?” Goose asked.
“I mean, outside of setting up all of his accounts to transfer all of his funds into our accounts?” I asked.
Viper cackled. “Jesus, I love it so much.”
“Wait, you took all of his money?” Angel asked.
I nodded. “All of it.”
“So, the Devil’s Rage are financially cut off?” Bender asked.
A grin slid across my face. “And we are officially financially back in the game.”
The guys cheered and pumped their fists into the air, but I couldn’t help but notice Goose. Instead of rejoicing with the guys at the fact that we’d finally have some decent money flow in this place, he tossed his gaze into his lap.
With his arms crossed over his chest.
“Goose, you all right?” Fangs asked.
The guys quickly settled down as Goose drew in a deep breath. “I know it’s a ballsy move, and one we probably need. But we all agreed that the safest place for Harley and her pregnancy was here. I’m not so sure of that any longer now that we’ve got Wes as a target on our backs.”
“And now that we’ve just taken his money,” I said with a nod of my head.
Goose shrugged. “Yeah.”
I leaned forward and stared him down. “I promise you, things will be okay. This is one of Bullet’s four fucking legs, and now he’s hobbling.”
Goose looked me dead in my eyes. “Can you guarantee me that no harm will come to her because of this? Because I sure as hell can’t.”
I cleared my throat. “I’ve got prospects on constant patrols around town, clocking Bullet’s every movement. We know where he is at all times and—”
Goose rolled his eyes. “We know what he wants us to know. Nothing more, nothing less. This club has a terrible track record with underestimating that asshole. I think it’s time we start considering him a formidable enemy if we’re going to take him down.”
“He’s right,” Fangs said.
The room fell silent before Angel chimed in. “If we’re on this topic, then I guess we should also consider the fact that those Devil’s Rage jagoffs aren’t our only problem.”
Bender furrowed his brow. “You think someone else is gunning for Wes, too?”
Angel chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I’m saying he’s a shitty lowlife who’s probably screwed over a bunch more people before he ever sank his talons into Bullet in the first place. He chased down Viper’s lady all the way here, for fuck’s sake. Who’s to say someone else isn’t coming after him, too?”
Goose put his finger in the air. “And what about the Sons of Chaos? Ink and his crew are still pissed to high water about us screwing them over.”
