“What?” Bane’s brow pulls together, and Ash motions for us to move.
“Mauler said, ‘Thunder. Not Razor.’”
As we hurry out the door, I explain my theory. That it was Thunder who planted the explosive under the SUV, remaining behind at the compound, looking innocent. But Razor had chased after the SUV and tried to intervene.
“Tats,” Ash growls into his phone, “round up Thunder and put him in the Cell.”
“Where to now?” Bane asks, looking first at Ash and then me. “To the Cell to interrogate Thunder?”
I don’t answer Bane because I’m staring at the man leaning against my truck.
“Razor.”
Bane’s head snaps to where I’m looking. He goes for his gun, but then keeps it holstered, remembering where we are.
I stalk toward Razor with Ash and Bane at my back.
His face is filled with hate as he stares at me, but he keeps his hands at his side. “I called the ambulance and helped Mauler. I stayed at the scene when I could’ve run.”
“Explain what the hell is going on, Razor,” Ash orders.
“Where the fuck is Leeva?” I step toe-to-toe with him, pinning him between me and my truck.
Something flashes over his face. Guilt? Worry?
“I don’t know.” He swallows hard. “I just know Guerilla grabbed her. I saw Thunder plant the explosive under their SUV, and I tried to stop them,” he confirms my theory.
“A convenient story to cover and save your ass,” Bane says.
“You were at Hedon,” Ash loops in that detail, coming at this from all angles to keep him off kilter. “Hedon was attacked.”
“Yeah, I was, and yeah, I was part of the plan to hit Hedon, because I want you gone, Army.” I see the hate in his eyes for what I did to Grinder. “But once I found out what Thunder was trying to do, and that he was just using me as a pawn and scapegoat if he got caught—”
“What was my uncle trying to do?” Ash demands.
“Not here, Ash.” I stare at Razor. “Your wrists. Together. Now.”
His eyes narrow, understanding what I mean. “My bike—”
“Is the least of your concerns.” I rein in my urgency and anger. “Wrists togethernow.”
He complies, and I pull two zipties from the inside pocket of my cut, and double wrap his wrists together behind him.
Razor is compliant and doesn’t fight, and I shove him into the front seat of my truck and slam the door.
“Council group call,” I tell Ash and Bane as they get on their bikes. The Bluetooth in their helmets will connect them while we race back to the compound.
Inside my truck, I call Digits, knowing Pix is with him, and my Bluetooth connects as I squeal away from the hospital. “I have Razor with me,” I update them. “Razor, talk.”
And talk he does.
He spills everything.
He reveals that he and Thunder had been in contact with Guerilla since I returned from the Marines three years ago, and how Guerilla nurtured the old guard’s desire to take the Council down. They knew he had his own agenda, but since it aligned with theirs to regain control of the MC, they went along with it.
Razor had accidentally found out about Hedon by overhearing something Grinder said, and they worked with the corrupt judge to obtain the search warrant.
That they were supporting Guerilla to get Leeva back.
