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“You can ask Cam or Cognac. He showed up at some point to take part in the fun,” I shared while shoving another spoonful of stew in my mouth. Damn, this stuff was good.

“How am I going to survive two weeks of not playing with you? I can’t even jerk myself off because it hurts too much to bend like that,” Eagle muttered.

I paused and cocked my head. “Um, have you already tried?”

“What the fuck else was I gonna do left alone while you guys saved the crew?”

He had a point there. I’m not sure what I would have done in his situation. “Well, maybe if you ask nicely, I could take care of it for you. Not today or tomorrow. You need a few more days to let your wound settle before we start skirting the rules.”

A hungry look grew in Eagle’s expression. “I think I can hold out for that.”

There was a rap on the door before the group filed into his bedroom all with bowls of stew. They found places to sit, making themselves comfortable.

“What the fuck do you all think you’re doing?” Eagle demanded. “Who the hell told you bastards you could be in here, let alone with food?”

Picasso, who was sitting on the other side of the bed next to his brother, shrugged. “How else are we gonna talk to you?”

“Dani said I could move out to the couch, now get the fuck out.” Eagle snarled.

Cognac shook his head. “Sorry, pres, but not today, we need to go over stuff, and it would be better to have you where we need you. Just in case we need to knock your ass out again. Stress isn’t good for a healing patient, you know.”

A vein on Eagle's forehead started to pulse, but he was trying his best not to explode on them. “Does this really need to happen now?” he bit out.

“The longer we leave Elena in the hands of the De León, the worse it is for everyone,” Picasso reminded. “You think you can put aside your neurotic behavior for just one night?”

That had the president shutting right up, but he still glowered at the others. I took that as acceptance and turned to Wes. “Did Demitri have anything useful to tell us?”

Wes shrugged. “Yes and no. There was a lot that we already knew but a few names I hadn’t heard before. When I looked them up, I found they were tied more to Marco than to Diego. It could be that they were sent to help with the big-picture goal or that Marco doesn’t trust Diego to get the job done the way he should.”

“What do you think it is?” Picasso asked.

Wes chewed on his bite for a moment before swallowing. “I think it’s both. This is a big deal to Marco. The detailed plot he’d been putting up to draw Dax out is insane and took lots of planning. We’ve been playing defense or catching up on every move. Even with the Mad Dogs, they were still a step ahead.”

“Yeah, but if Demitri was telling the truth, taking Elena and using him as a mole wasn’t the plan. Not to mention they somehow got Gabriella sucked in too,” I pointed out. “While I don’t think he is lying, it seems a little suspect they just happened to end up at the one drug house that’s been under attack. Who gave her the tip about the house in the first place?”

“You make a good point, beautiful,” Cam interjected. “If we can track down that person, it might shed some light on if this was an accident or the careful planning of a man with way too much time on his hands.”

Eagle was nodding as Cam spoke. “Gabby isn’t a fool, and she taught her kids to be smart. Elena might be strong-willed and a risk-taker when it comes to a story, but she’s got good street smarts. There’s more to that part of the story than we’re getting.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if she knew about the drug war and picked to go there on purpose,” Picasso commented. “That boy has never been able to tell his sister no, especially after their dad left. He felt the need to take that role and watch over her.”

That got me thinking. “Would she lie to her brother to get him to go with her there?”

“Absolutely, she would do something like that,” Eagle shared, seeming to follow my train of thought. “Might be worth looking up her classes and talking to the teachers in case she was writing a whole different story than she let on.”

“That’s what I would do if Devyn wouldn’t take me someplace he thought was dangerous,” I added.

Wes laughed. “You mean that’s exactly what you did on many occasions.”

“What? I had you looking out for me too. The three of us survived, didn’t we?” I challenged, tilting my head to the side as I waited for his answer.

“By sheer luck,” he muttered. “I can hack into the school and see what she was up to. Who knows, maybe she wasn’t taking any of the classes they thought she was. If she’s related to these two, there’s no telling what she might have gotten mixed up in.”

“Hey,” Picasso shot back. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Dude, you're the VP of a biker gang. What more evidence do you need?” I asked.

That seemed to have him retracting his outrage. “Fine, fair point. So we do the work and find out what Elena was really up to, then what?”