Keno leaned forward. “He’s been tight with the Fangs this whole time?”
I met his eyes. “Looks like.”
Riot cursed low. “That bastard?—”
“I’m not done,” I interrupted. “We don’t know how far it goes yet. That flash drive Lucy brought? It’s real. Everything Diesel died for, everything the Fangs are willing to kill for, it’s on there. Transactions. Names. Meetings. One of them with Gage on the same night Diesel got clipped.”
Keno slammed a fist on the table. “So, he’s been feeding ‘em intel? Selling us out from the inside?”
“Looks that way,” I said. “And now, he’s ghosted. Left his bike in an alley downtown, blood on the gravel.”
“You think he’s dead?” Boxer asked.
“No,” Riot said. “Too smart. He dumped the bike to throw us off. He’s out there, regrouping. Probably with backup.”
I nodded. “Which means two problems. One, a rat who knows everything about our ops. Two?—”
A knock came, small and hesitant.
I held up a hand and yelled, “Enter.”
Lucy stepped in. Not one of us. No kutte and no patch. My eyes tracked her flowing dress and boots, hair tossed up messily, but somehow it looked perfect. She moved like she belonged there. Visions of her underneath me flooded my mind along withthe memory of her hands on my bare skin, and the way she breathed my name.
Heads turned, curious, hard, and unsure, but no one spoke.
She met my eyes, and I gave her a small nod.
“And two,” I said, “we think the Fangs know Lucy has the drive.”
That got their attention.
“Fuck,” muttered Link.
“They’ll come for her,” Boxer said.
“They’ll come for all of us,” I corrected. “They know the club has it, which means they’ll hit us where it hurts. Families. Shipments. They’ll burn this place to ash to stop that drive from getting out.”
Keno looked between us. “Where’d she even get it?”
She stepped forward. “It was Caleb’s. He left it hidden, locked away. I found it while digging into his death.”
Keno didn’t look convinced. “And you just handed it over?”
“No,” I said. “She came to me first. Gave me the lead that forced Gage’s hand. Without her, we’d still be feeding a traitor inside this room.”
Tension thickened as some were sizing her up to determine whether she was a friend or liability.
“She’s not patched,” Bishop muttered.
“No,” I said, staring him down, “but she’s the reason we’re ahead of this now, and we did hold a vote to let her in.”
“She better not be the reason we get smoked,” Keno said.
“Look around,” I snapped. “That reason already walked out the door with a Fang contact list and club intel. This woman just gave us a fighting chance. You gonna throw that away because she doesn’t wear a patch?”
Silence, hard stares, and tight jaws, but no arguments.
“So, what’s the play?” Riot asked.
