He nods. “Luthor suspected he was still trying to find you.”
“Why?”
They all exchange a look that implies I’m clearly out of the loop on something.
“Because”—Jacob hooks his thumbs in the tactical vest he wears—“you were almost abducted a few years ago by someone who matched the description of Guerilla, AKA Harrison Cartwright.”
“What?” I gasp.Guerilla tried to kidnap me?
Ursula glares at Jacob but turns to me. “It coincided with Hayes’ discharge from the Marines and his return to the MC.”
I frown, considering this. What was Guerrilla’s motivation back then? To reclaim me, return home to the MC, and rub it in Hayes’ face? Or did he have some other sinister plan?
“The fact that none of us have been able to track him means he has some serious resources behind him,” Barrett rumbles.
“But if you suspected this, why did you allow me to come back to San Francisco alone?”
Jacob shakes his head. “Not alone. We had a team watching over you.”
“Jesus.” Then I wince, not just because someone else was watching me and I had no idea, but because that team knew I had gone to Hedon.
But Keifer pulls my attention away from worrying about that. “Let’s get started on building his profile and picking away at possible leads for who his contacts might be.”
Hans wraps his arm around me. His silver hair shines under the lights, and his eyes are kind. “I’ll make that soup you love.”
Lemon chicken rice. It was a staple my mom made growing up.
Emotions push forth as I stare around the room at the family that took me in as one of their own. “Thank you for being here.”
I didn’t realize how much I needed them to deal with this.
Keifer’s eyes shine with emotion, the most expressive of the group. “We got you, don’t worry.”
But it’s not me I’m truly worried about.
It’s Hayes and the plans Guerilla might have in store for him.
Chapter 40
Army
It’sbeenthreedays,and we still haven’t located Guerilla. But we’re getting hit from all sides, and I know it’s him.
A bomb threat at Hedon.
Another false accusation, this one claiming that we force our staff at Vixen’s to be sex workers. No police or legal orders were involved in this one, just salacious rumor spreading.
Havoc Iron Customs was broken into, and the vehicles and bikes we were working on for customers were vandalized; our security system was circumvented again.
Havoc Rebel Ink, Tat’s tattoo shop, was visited by health inspectors intent on trying to shut him down.
The Triads’ drug shipment, which we were supposed to be transporting to their distribution contacts in Nevada, mysteriously went up in flames.
Razor is squeaky fucking clean, according to Tats and Mauler, who are rotating to keep him under surveillance 24/7.
Some of the old guard—surprisinglynotThunder or Razor—have gotten outright belligerent. With all the attacks againstthe MC, they’re trying to rally support that the Council is incompetent. However, Thunder seems to be trying to discourage their outright belligerence by publicly backing us and defending how we’re handling things, which is a complete one-eighty for him. We’re not sure what his end goal is.
But wedoknow that all these attacks are just smoke and mirrors.
