Page 16 of Hades

“Should we be concerned that we are on a first-name basis with the club lawyer?” Honk asks.

“Why would they just take him down to the station for a simple infraction? That doesn’t make sense,” Colt asks, ignoring Honk’s question.

“It’s part of Dansworth’s crackdown on crime bullshit. Any biker doing something wrong gets taken down to the station. Doesn’t matter if it’s a civilian or a brother.” Reaper sighs. “Is Atticus getting him out?”

Trigger nods. “He should be on his way back here within the hour.”

“We really need to find a way into their ranks,” Wrath mutters.

“I actually have a lead on that.” Reaper’s eyes dart to me. “Hades put in a call to his brother, Remi, the president of the chapter in Chicago. Remi called me and agreed to send some men. The only issue is it will be a couple of weeks before they arrive. They have some things to take care of before they can hit the road.”

Colt looks over at me. “You called in a favor.”

I shrug, playing it off. “It’s not that big of a deal. I did what needed done. Besides, I know my brother has men who like to go undercover, which is what we need.”

“What are we going to do with them? It’s not like we can exactly put them up here at the clubhouse,” Kicks asks.

“Elle just inherited an apartment building from one of her clients. It has a couple of apartments open. She was just talking about how she needs to fill them,” Midnight says.

“How does one inherit something from a tattoo client?” Honk asks.

Midnight shoots him a dirty look. “He was more than a client. He was friends with her grandfather and had no family. She kept an eye on him all the time.”

Honk holds up his hands in surrender.

“That might work. Yeah, people know that she works for you, but if the building is still listed as under the deceased or in a trust, there will be no tie to us,” Wrath says, drumming his fingers on the table.

“Ask her if she would be willing to do it. We will make sure she’s compensated for it, of course,” Reaper says.

Midnight nods. “I’ll see her after this and ask.”

“As for Dansworth’s latest bullshit, I want to call every brother into the shop. I want a full examination of their bikes. Make sure that everything is in working order. On top of that, I’m putting in a mandatory helmet policy for the time being. I know it sucks, but we need to make sure we are doing everything possible not to get pulled over right now,” Reaper says.

“That’s not going to go over well,” Colt points out.

“Our hands are tied. If they get caught doing stupid shit that we’ve told them not to do during their personal time, then that’s on them. The club won’t bail them out,” Reaper says.

I look over at Honk. “Are you sure that Adalyn doesn’t know anything else?”

Honk tenses. “The girl has given us enough, I’ve told you all that. She doesn’t know anything else. I know all of you are hoping that she overheard some big bomb that could help us out, but that’s not the case.”

I don’t understand his reluctance to let her keep talking to us. He knows we need to keep pressing, that anything can spark a memory. It makes me wonder how attached he is getting to the girl and if that attachment is appropriate.

The meeting shifts, and other things are discussed. I tune out, my mind drifting to my brother. For years I pushed him out of my mind, or at least partially. Now though, since I made the call, it’s like he’s all I can think about.

I wonder how he’s doing. If he’s met someone. How the club is doing. The little things. I wonder about the things a brother should know about his brother, and it kills me that I don’t know. That I can’t ask.

Although with Maverick coming, maybe he will slip and give me more than he does occasionally.

Fuck. I hope he does.

I only notice that the meeting is over when brothers stand and head to the door.

“You good?” Reaper asks.

“Yeah, sorry. When money was mentioned, I tuned out. I was trying to come up with a way to get into Dansworth’s office before they arrive.”

Reaper’s eyebrow wings up. “Did you have an epiphany?”