Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Latin Mafia?” I guess since those assholes came after me in lockup and because I’m pretty sure, even if I can’t prove it, that theirs were the voices I heard in the hole.
“Nope. Wanna guess again?”
“BTD?” Banger offers.
“Nope,” Ace says and looks around the table. A stern look on his face. “Arturo motherfuckin’ Rojas.”
“What the fuck?” Dix is up and on his feet instantly, his frown dark and deadly. “How the fuck is that possible when he’s on twenty-three-seven lockdown?”
Ace lays a steady hand on the VP’s shoulder. “We all know how easy it is to buy a prison guard, and the federal system isn’t special in that regard. But that’s not all.”
“What the fuck else could there be?” Coop is on the edge of his seat, worry on his face, no doubt agonizing about his wife and daughter.
“Ghost from BTD is still in contact with Arturo.” Ace shakes his head.
“Ghost? I thought we were done with him, especially now that Nova and Maggie have skipped town?”
“That was our hope, too,” Ace starts, scrubbing a hand over his face. “But that hot shot Maggie gave to Simone the night she left the clubhouse killed the bitch. It was ruled an overdose, and they Narcan’d her, but they couldn’t save her. Ghost is furious and vowing to end the MC. He knew Valentina’s brother hooked them up when he called out Viper.” Ace nods toward Banger. “So he’s got it out for us, and Rojas has the men and the money to make moves. Even if he is locked up.”
“It’s a good thing Nova and Maggie are safe in Texas,” I say with a bit of heat to my words. I’m hot because no one bothered to tell me any of this while I was locked up.
“It is good,” Ace growls. “Shades, get a hold of Nova and Gunnar and let them know to keep their eyes peeled for any sign of the Bloodthirsty Devils or any other gangbangers who get too close in that tiny as fuck town.”
“Opey is a small town,” Banger says with an air of authority. “But Stone says it’s on the drug corridor now and not too far from the border, so unfamiliar faces aren’t all that unusual. Maybe he should be in here for this?”
“That’s not how it works,” Dix growls, suddenly furious, and we all know why. If Arturo is out for revenge, it won’t be long before his focus falls on Dix and Valentina.
“Maybe not,” Banger agrees. “But right now, intel is the priority, right?” He looks around the table, his brows dipping into a scowl. “Right?”
“I’ll talk to him,” Ace promises. “Meanwhile, we need to solve the Rojas problem.”
“I hate to be the one to say this,” Preacher begins, “but we need to consider a permanent solution to the Rojas problem. Is that even possible with him in federal lockup?”
A hushed silence fills the room at Preacher’s words. He’s the most reluctant to end a life, and he’s never the one to suggest it.
“I agree,” I say in solidarity with my brother. “We need to end that old fuck, the sooner, the better. I’m pretty sure he’s also working with the Latin Mafia.”
“It seems likely,” Ace agrees. “If that’s the case, we need to go on lockdown immediately. Women and children stay at the club around the clock, and the prospects will watch them constantly.” The entire room erupts in groans because lockdown isn’t just a headache. It’s stressful as fuck, and too much togetherness, even for family.
Ace reads the room and says, “I know, lockdown is a bitch but it needs to be done until we put down Rojas.”
“You think his reach extends that far?” Shades flips his sunglasses on top of his head, eyes crinkling with a worried expression.
“I think a man with his means has access to the outside world. It’s a fuck of a lot more than the Latin Mafia and Bloodthirsty Devils. Who knows who else is on his payroll?”
Banger grins as an idea comes to his head. “We need to get a guard in that prison on our payroll,” he says. “Think you can get some intel so we know who’s ripe for a bribe—or a threat?”
Ace nods. “That can be arranged.”
“We need to find out,” I say. “And soon.” And I need to figure out a way to get Sophie to the clubhouse while we’re on lockdown because her safety and my baby’s safety is my priority.
Ace nods, looking around before his eyes come to a stop on Coop. “We’re down a doctor, meaning we need someone who can stitch us up and shoot a gun. Think you can handle that?”
Coop nods, his expression serious, a look that he wears often now that his family is growing. “I got it.”
“What about Sophie?” I ask without thinking. “She has the skills to get the job done, and she’s been stitching up the MC for years, right?” I already know the answer, but I’m trying to gauge what the fuck is going on between her and my brothers.