Wild (Diamondback MC 2)

“Fuckin’ finally. Sorry I had to ruin your mornin’ with Persephone, but if we don’t move quickly, shit might move in a different direction than we want.” Razor lights a cigarette. I press the breast pocket of my cut, searching for my own.

“Oh yeah, you leave him alive?” I ask my brothers.

“Definitely. Figured you may want a calling card for the shit we just found out.” This comes from Cannon.

“About fuckin’ time, though he held out longer than I thought. At least I got a few hours with Persephone to bide my time. Now, you think he’ll repeat what he said to you, or should I just hear it from you?” I look at Kyle. His body is black and blue. A gunshot wound is right where Persephone’s is located, this one done at closer range by the way his skin is jagged, with blood pouring from it. Fuck, looks like Cannon had some more fun and probably why Kyle finally talked.

“Not sure he has enough in him to speak. I figured you’d do your specialty after I gave you the news.” Kyle’s missing nails and toenails. If I had to take a guess, I’m imagining the reason he won’t talk is because Kyle is missing a tongue too.

“Alright, then, give me what you know.”

“Everything was planned to a motherfuckin’ T, from the carjacking to Persephone being dropped on our patch,” Cannon starts, but the glare I’m giving him lets him know to move it along before I lose my shit.

“Is that right?” I’m trying to put the pieces together, but the only parts that are making sense are the carjacking and him trying to get Persephone’s trust.

“Oh yeah, he staged the carjacking. I need Ruger to get a lock on that guy still. Got his name and description. Could be a needle in a haystack, but knowing our Ruger, he’ll have shit done in no time.” He looks at Ruger then back to me. “Anyway, it appears Kyle here was holding a grudge against Judge Chapman. He bided his time, did his homework, hired that guy. And here’s the kicker, one you’re gonna hate. Kyle’s tied to the Cartel. He’s in for two hundred G’s.”

“Fuckin’ Christ, this shit again. Ruger, know you’re trying to take your time with Sadie, but we get this piece of shit taken to the trash, you lock it down. There’s no more of her takin’ off for a few days. Still have shit from Mack and Raven’s mom, adding this into it. Ain’t no way she’s leaving now, not with the claim you have locked on her.” This shit is going to hell in a handbasket. Some major decisions have to be made, and fast.

“You’re right, brother. Now, let’s take out the trash, then I need to get behind my computer so we can find who he hired.” Fuck, thirty-nine years on this earth, done a lot, been through a lot with the club, and never have I been this rocked to my core over the guy hanging on a damn meat hook, along with the goddamn Cartel that keeps reappearing every time we attempt to beat them back.

“I’m going to get my shovel.” I turn on my heel, needing a damn moment to process this shit and how I’m going to break the news to my woman. One thing I know for sure is, I’ll be sending Landers’ head to the Cartel. They wanna fuck with one of us, we’ll fuck them back harder.

Nineteen

Persephone

“Why didn’t the state defense attorney even look into the others? I mean, sure, they looked at the others with convictions who didn’t like it dad. And don’t get me started on the threats he received that had him and Mom in a tizzy when I was growing up, or even as an adult.” I’m sitting sideways in his lap. He walked into the main area of the clubhouse in fresh clothes, hair still wet from a shower he apparently took, grabbed my hand, and led me to his office as I tried to keep up with him.

“Not sure. Not too thrilled that the attorney you were working for didn’t watch out for you either,” Cain grumbles.

“That’s just the way it is in that field. Sure, my dad had friends while he was alive, but if you weren’t a steppingstone or can’t help someone, they disappear. Let’s face it, with Mom and Dad gone, his so-called friends can’t use a dead man’s name.” I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder. Today, I’m in a sling, and according to Doc, I have another four to five days until I’ll get the stitches out. Thankfully. I can’t wait to be able to use both hands.

“That says more about them than your family, babe.” He kisses my forehead, making me sigh in relief.