Hawk
“This is fucking crazy. It’s been hours and nothing from Sin or Lick.” I lean back, bringing the legs of the chair up. Cut, Brass, and Dyke and I are sitting around jury. The club’s been quiet for the past two days. No one in and no one out. Bianca is still held up at Lily’s, with two prospects sitting watch. This is a bunch of fucking bullshit. I thought we had issues with the Diablos, but it’s been nothing compared to the shit that Tyson Redding has brought to our table since Savannah ended up on Fury ground.
“This guy doesn’t mess around,” Brass adds. “I’m sure it wasn’t Redding who did the deed to Kara, but whoever’s on his payroll is one sick fucker.”
My phone dances on the table as it vibrates. I look at the screen and see Rhea’s name. I inwardly groan because I don’t have the energy to deal with her. I look at Cut then Dyke. “I gotta take this.”
I make my way through the back of the clubhouse and step outside. “What’s up?”
“Tessa said you’re gone.”
“Yeah, I have some business to take care of. Is everything all right with Rose?”
“Are you coming back?” She sounds panicky.
“Yes, Rhea, I’m coming back, but things here need my attention. Is everything all right?”
“Yes,” she bites back.
“Listen, I’m coming back. Don’t worry.” I know she wouldn’t tell me even if she was worrying. “Just keep me in the loop on anything that happens with Rose. Send me texts, reach out to Tessa. Even if I’m not there, you can lean on her. Tessa will have your back.”
“I’m not sure–”
“She’s good people, Rhea.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. I need to go now. I’ll check in soon.”
I pocket my phone and head towards the door just as Dyke is coming out. “Everything okay?” He lifts his brow.
“Yeah. One of my sisters.”
“How’s that?”
“I’ve only met one, but I hear she’s the lesser of the two evils.”
He chuckles then pulls an envelope from his back pocket. “Here. This is the info on Tre you asked for.”
I take it and give him a nod.
* * *
“It’s Sin,” Cut says as he points to the phone he’s on when Dyke and I walk back into the room. “Did you find him?” He paces the head of the table.
I watch as Cut runs his hands through his hair. “Make her talk, Sin. You need to.” He pauses. “For fuck's sake, you’re my brother, your dad’s son. I know you can think of a way. She knows where your woman is. She knows where that baby is. Are you ready to throw in the towel? Are you ready to walk away and never hold that baby in your arms? Are you ready to never hear her call you daddy? Because if that’s the case, then by all means, let the bitch go and come back here.”
“Kara’s dead, man,” Cut says into the phone. “Brass went by her place. She was strapped down to a kitchen chair with a couple of syringes hanging from her arm. Someone killed her, man. Made her OD on the same fucking shit Bubba’s been using. I know she wasn’t a druggie. She never used. Not since she’s been at the clubhouse, anyways.”
I stand and stride over to Cut. “Lemme talk to him, Cut.”
He ignores me. “Do what you gotta do.”
He drops the phone to the table and lets out a long breath. “She ain’t talkin’,” he tells us, “But I have faith that Lick will get her to talk. By the time this is over, we might have two dead Reddings on our hands.”
Brass pops his knuckles and gives a little smirk. “You don’t fuck with Fury and you sure as hell don’t fuck with what’s ours.”
Tyson and his mother made their beds; now it’s time they lie in them and make friends with the reaper.