After nearly an hour of blowing through miles of winding road, and screeching up and down the abandoned runway, we head back to the clubhouse so I can bring the guys up to speed. As expected, Henley disappears downstairs the moment we step through the door. The last thing she wants to do is repeat the day’s events a dozen times to the girls.

They’ll give her a pass. For now.

“Jinks is lookin’ for ya!” Jace shouts from behind the bar. “He’s in his cave.”

“Not lookin’ very hard then, is he, kid?” I ask, giving the punk shit.

Rounding the bar, I snag the beer he is opening from his hand before he can hand it to Schrader. “Thanks.”

“Fucker,” Schrader grumbles, throwing the bottlecap at my head.

Taking a swig, I head down the hall toward Jinks’s room. “Yo!” I shout pounding on the door.

“Fuck off!” he shouts at the same time something slaps against the wall. “I’m busy.” There is a mix of grunting and groaning, followed by another whack to the wall. “That’s it. On those knees, sweetheart. I wanna hear you beg me to fuck that pretty mouth.”

“Jesus,” I grumble, yanking a hand through my hair. Downing another swallow from the bottle, I boot open the door. Jinks has Double D on her knees in front of him, his cock buried balls deep in her mouth. “She can’t beg if you’re ticklin’ her tonsils.”

“What the fuck, man?” he barks, shooting a look my way. “You deaf?”

“Whatever,” I shrug, heading for the pizza box on the table. Flipping open the box, I snag the last two slices and drop into the chair. “Beat it,” I tell her, jerking my chin toward the door. “Club business.”

Debbie sits back on her bright green heels, her eyes shooting between Jinks and me. “Hey, Colt.” She arches a brow. “How ‘bout a twofer?” she asks, pouting her lips. “Let me ease that tension.”

“Not interested,” I say around a bite of pizza. “I’ve got all I need downstairs waitin’ for me.”

“He said beat it, D,” Jinks snaps, yanking her to her feet. Pulling her against him, he slams his mouth to hers. She wobbles unsteadily on her feet. Breaking the kiss, he releases her quickly and slaps her hard on the ass. “Come back in thirty with food and lube. That ass is all mine tonight.”

“What’s the chances this pizza isn’t a week old and about to give me food poisoning?” I ask, once Debbie shuts the door behind her.

Shoving himself back in his jeans, Jinks shrugs. “Shy brought it with the laundry yesterday, I think. Three to one odds you won’t spend the night prayin’ to the porcelain God.”

“I can live with that,” I say, shoveling the slices into my mouth. “Jace said you were lookin’ for me. Guess you got lost in D’s mouth.”

“Hard not to,” he grunts, dropping into his chair. “She’s got a mouth like a goddamn shop vac.”

“That all you got for me, shithead?” Finishing off the pizza, I snatch up my beer. “I know I didn’t come in here to hear your Yelp review on how well Double D gives head.”

“That’s just a bonus,” he fires back, spinning to face his wall of computer screens. “Thought you’d like to know the insurance claims on that bar you torched were filed into public record.”

“Insurance?” I blurt. “Since when do you insure a place like that?”

“I didn’t say it would pay anything,” he argues, clicking a few buttons. “What it gives us is a paper trail on who killed Huck.”

“You got me a name?” I ask, pushing to my feet, ready to ride right fucking now.

“I’ve got a lot more than a company name.”

“Good. I’m ready to end this.”

“Trio Properties is the management company that opened and applied for the policy. That was easy to find. Greedy bastards own dozens of places in Tennessee, Arkansas, Mississippi, and Virginia. Digging into their board of suits took a little more finesse.”

“Goddammit Jinks, spit it the fuck out.”

“Right,” he huffs, focusing on the screen again. “I’ve been combing through courthouse and city zoning records, and well I’m sure you know where this is goin’.” When I nod, he continues with his endless monologue. “Sitting on the board of directors as a silent partner, who also happens to own controlling interest at this very moment, is none other than Senator Dan Hammon.”

“Sonuvabitch,” I growl, gripping the bottle so tight it breaks in my hand. Tossing what didn’t fall from my hand into the trashcan, I scan the screen, needing to see his name myself. “Fuckin’ Hammon. I’ll kill the bastard with my bare hands. For Huck and for Henley.”

Jinks clears his throat. “There’s more,” he says, pulling up another set of documents on the center screen. “Six months ago, Trio entered into a proposed land agreement deal with Freddie Coleman.” Turning to me, he arches a brow. “Looks like Merc stands to make three hundred and fifty grand on that deal when it closes. With another fifty grand a year in mineral rights on the land the Road Warrior clubhhouse sits on. All payable to him.”

“Fuck.” Shaking my head, I try to wrap my head around why the hell Mercury would be involved with this shit. Then it hits me. It’s all about the goddamn money. “Where the hell’s Stone?”

“Up at the house with Ro, I think,” Jinks says, pulling up the exterior cameras. “His bike isn’t out front.”

“We’ve been sharin’ info with the bastard this whole time,” I growl, punching the wall. “He’s been feedin’ every drop to the enemy.”

Fishing my phone from my pocket, I scroll and hit send. “Yeah,” Stone’s says after the second ring.

“Need you down here.” Flexing my sore hand, I stare at the names on the screen. “We’ve got a fuckin’ problem.”

“On my way.”

Hanging up, I shove my phone back into my pocket, already heading for the door. “We at the table?” Jinks asks.

“Yeah. Be ready to lay this shit out. I want the vote to put the piece of shit in the goddamn ground before I do the same with Hammon.”

With every step I take toward the front doors of the clubhouse, my rage gives way to clarity. My thoughts clear and focused on what has to be done. There was a time when I would say that what I am going to be putting out for a vote is stupid and reckless. A plan, that if it belonged to anyone else, I’d be doing my goddamned best to talk them down.

That won’t be happening today.