“The old guard,” Bane says with a frown.
“But we’d have to assume Grinder let something slip about us owning Hedon, and Guerilla somehow came to have that knowledge,” Pix argues.
“This is a shit-ton of speculation,” Ash growls.
“I know that,” I grit. “But speculation and conjecture are all we currently have.” He doesn’t challenge me more as I mull this over. “We could have two reasons Guerilla is coming at me—one solely because of who and what I am with the MC, and two because of Leeva.”
“Okay, let’s recap the facts.” Pix taps her knife against her thigh as she sits propped on the back of a chair. “Guerilla has always hated Army, and he always had a hard-on for fucking him over. Digits hasn’t been able to find the fucker for years. Razor hates Army because of Grinder; Thunder and the entire old guard all hate us.
“Hedon was hit with a slanderous bullshit warrant for human trafficking. Army tells that bitch Anais to go suck someone else’s cock, then Razorjust happensto sneak into Hedon that same night with her.”
Bane grunts and shifts his weight between his feet. “Still could be random facts that aren’t all playing together.”
“Still all the reason to let me loose and do my job,” she pointedly says to Ash, making his jaw shift.
“My gut is saying Pix is right,” Digits chimes in, looking at our prez. “I haven’t been able to find Guerilla for a while. I could before, but ever since Army returned from the Marines a few years ago, I haven’t been able to find anything on him. And if he is in the city”—his brow pinches—“then he’s got help staying off my radar because there’s fuck all coming up for him. Even Crispin and Daniele haven’t had any luck,” he says, referring to the Santoro mafia’s tech team.
“They’ve only started working on this today,” Ash argues.
“True.” Digits pushes up his glasses. “But Daniele is a bloodhound when it comes to looking for people; plus, I haven’t had any luck finding him for almost three years, Ash. You have to assume Guerilla has access to some top-tier help.”
“If thisisGuerilla… He could be fucking dead as far as we know.”
He better not be, because I want the pleasure of ending my bastard brother myself.
“Why are you insisting on playing such a goddamn diplomat, Ash?” Pix accuses, her fingers white around her knife handle.
Ash glances at Bane, who sighs.
“Tensions are brewing under the surface with the old guard after what happened with Slade,” Bane says darkly.
“We already know that, so let me cut out the rot.” Pix’s nostrils flare, then she shakes her head. “If not now, then don’t stand in the way of us running with Army’s theory of what’s going on here.”
Ash rocks back on his heels, considering this from all angles as he needs to as the leader, then nods.
“Add monitoring Hedon’s security cameras to your list and watch what Anais is doing,” I order Digits.
He hunches over his keyboard, mumbling, “Great, my dream is coming true of watching filthy sexcapes for hours on top of everything else I have to do, including upgrading my systems because someone obviously bested mine.”
He grumbles to himself, but this is Digits and how he works, so we let him be without riding his ass. Because Guerilla has been able to operate off our radars and someone compromised Hedon’s surveillance system tonight, trying to hide how Razor got into the club.
Razor might be a gun, a grunt, but the mastermind behind this, pulling the strings, stinks to high fucking heaven of my brother.
What I don’t know is his level of knowledge regarding Leeva. Does he know she’s back? Does he know she’s Kathryn Wentzell, widow of a billionaire? Does he know about her and me, and that I’ve touched forbidden territory?
I’m not concerned for myself; I’m sick with dread and worry for Leeva. I’m not there to protect her, and her family’s security team won’t arrive for another few hours. Keeping my distance is the wise thing to do right now, especially if Guerilla has access to tech that currently surpasses ours, so I’m putting my faith in the Saints.
I pull out my phone and fire off a quick message to Dom and Hugo.
All good?
Dom replies before I can lock my phone.
Dom
She’s secure inside the house; all quiet
Thanks, buddy. I owe you
