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“Status report.” Marx slams his fist into the wall behind him and stops any messing around in its tracks.
Chewy’s baby shower has been on the calendar for weeks now and we all know if we turn up late the Ol Ladies will have our balls. Marx is already in the shit from checking himself outta hospital after being shot. I doubt he wants to test his Ol Lady. Lovely will have him sleeping on the couch in the common room at the first sign of a fuck up.
“Well, looking at everything we’ve managed to find on the Quarter Mile MC, I’m not sure who they’re working for,” Wire begins.
“Wait, I thought they were in bed with Richard Thomson?” Nitro turns to look around the table.
“So did we, but we can’t find a link.” Wire replies. “Not to mention the MC themselves are pretty damn new.”
“How new?” Marx frowns.
“18 months?”
“Huh.” Marx’s gaze lands on me and I lean forward in my seat. “They seemed pretty green when we were watching them. Their Road Cap and Prospects came running when Rider laid into one of their members. They hesitated to draw weapons and one of the prospects wasn’t even holding it right. They’re untrained by my eye.”
Rider nods. “They don’t look flush with cash, either. Matthew Thompson’s people always have top of the line shit.”
He’s not wrong. We’ve been taking out his people for a while now. Every damn time we stumble across them they have the latest tech and weapons. The Quarter Mile MC? They look like every other small town MC you come across.
Marx curses, running his hand down his beard. “So, they could be working with Thompson or have nothing to do with Thompson. Either way they’re an extra problem for us.”
“Pretty much. Until we can find out more.” Wire shrugs.
“Chewy?”
“Yeah?” Marx and Chewy sit in silence as she stares at him. “You want me to crack the case?”
Marx closes his eyes and Gus pushes some Tums his way. He takes a deep breath, exhaling before opening his eyes. “If you could that would be fucking great.”
Chewy bobs her head and I can’t help smiling at her. She’s a pain in the ass, but she’s our pain in the ass. Speaking of pain in the ass, I haven’t seen Pops yet, and I know just because I’m avoiding him I’ll end up paying for it twofold.
“Well, I’m not sure I can. I’m too relaxed after Willa’s massage.” Everyone's brows raise at this information. We all know what Chewy is like with touch.
“I never took you for a massage type person,” Tank says quietly.
“Oh I’m not, but there was a little action beforehand, which relaxed me right down.”
Action? What the hell? “What kind of action?” My palms are spread on the table as I lean forward, eager to know.
“Oh, the client before us was getting handsy. Tried to choke her out but she threw hot oil on his face.” Chewy snorts. “Screamed like a little bitch. Rhodie and Gus did something or other with him.”
I slowly turn my head to my youngest son. “Son, were you going to tell me this?”
He stares at me, raising his damn brow. Just like his brother. Just like me. Ugh. “I was, but I hadn’t seen you’ til just now.”
Before I can open my mouth, Switch speaks up. “This client, he gon’ be a problem?”
“Well, of course he will, he’s her ex Ol Man husband,” Chewy says, not even looking up, too busy playing some fruit game on her phone.
“Her husband?” Switch frowns.
“Ex,” I growl. “More importantly, he’s MC. Dunno who yet. We’ll need that information from Willa. But he’s in town, alone. From what I can gather he tracked her down.”
“Shit.” Marx inhales., “Maybe your Ol Ladies might be able to get something outta her.”
“Or, you could just fucking ask her?” I growl. Marx stares at me and I throw my hands up, not knowing what else to do with my hands. Left to my own devices I’d probably punch a hole in the wall. This is me being restrained. “She’s prickly son, not damned stupid. Just ask her.”
“Mad Dog is right. If she knows it’ll keep Joy safe, she’ll tell us,” Remy adds, giving me a little smile.
