“Dick,” Jag muttered again before turning the screen back my way. “This just came in with all the shit the Sun uncovered, but we also got the website data. I was able to ID a few of the girls and though I can’t confirm it, I think this is Ripcord’s sister. Jessica Stephens.”
Shit. She had the same blonde hair and same blue eyes as her brother. “Do we have an address or anything?”
“I’m working on it.”
“Good.”
I could deal with a lot when it came to ways to make money that weren’t strictly on the up and up, but teenage pussy was off limits and for that sin alone, I’d kill every single one of those motherfuckers.
“Holy shit. You gotta see this, Cross.”
I looked up at the screen that faced me again and whistled. “No fucking way?”
“What? Let me see,” Gunnar insisted like a school girl eager for gossip. “Holy fucking shit, is this for real?”
“Vivi wouldn’t send it if it wasn’t.”
And what she had sent was the fucking nail in Pacheco’s coffin.
“What do you want to do with this?” Jag asked.
The answer was simple. “I want this shit to lead the news for the rest of the goddamn week,” I said.
But first I needed to give Ripcord a head’s up. “Give me thirty minutes and then send it out with the missing person’s report for Jessica.”
Fuck me, I didn’t want to have to be the one to deliver this kind of news. Because I had so much shit to deal with, I called up Gage. It was his club, his man. He could deal with that shit.
“I’ll be back.”
“Be happy, Prez! We got those fuckers now!” Gunnar pounded his fist on the table and howled like a goddamn loon.
I was happy but the closer we got to Pacheco’s bullshit, the bigger the target was on our backs.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Moon
The past few days had been tense and everyone was starting to feel stir crazy from being cooped up in the Reckless Bastards compound all week. Their hospitality was nice and I felt safe enough to stay, but cabin fever was starting to set in. I joined Jana, Teddy, Rocky and Mandy at a picnic table behind the clubhouse filled with food and lemonade. It was nice, feeling like I had a group of friends to sit around and just talk with, and pretend like there wasn’t danger lurking around every corner.
“But what I really wanna know,” Jana began with a mischievous smile and a soft caress of her belly, “is what’s going on with you and Cross, Moon?”
I blinked at the sound of my name and looked up at four pairs of expectant eyeballs. “We’re enjoying each other’s company, that’s all.” I didn’t bother to tell them I wanted more because I knew Cross didn’t have anything to give to anyone other than Lauren.
And I wouldn’t take that from him—or her.
Teddy arched a perfectly sculpted auburn brow and leaned back in her seat. “Because of the whole biker thing? Because I had that same thought when Jana first met Max, but these guys are bigger marshmallows than the guys I worked with when I was a model. And Cross is fuckin’ hot. Not as hot as my Tate but hot, nevertheless.”
“No, not because of the biker thing, Teddy.” Not that I could reasonably say anything else while surrounded by four women married to or engaged to be married to a family of bikers.
“Then, what?” Teddy’s expression was pure disbelief but it didn’t bother me.
“It’s the whole still in love with his wife thing.” I stared right back at Teddy, daring her to give me a hard time, but she didn’t. Instead her expression softened, and she did that sympathetic head tilt that could produce rage in me like no other, so I looked away.
Jana’s big green eyes blinked slowly, shocked. “I’m surprised he even told you about her. He never talks about her.”
Probably because he didn’t want to share her with anyone. I shrugged off her effort to make the secret into something it wasn’t. “People always tell me things they shouldn’t or don’t want to. It’s a gift, or a curse, I suppose.” Though that one time a woman confessed that she was cheating on her husband with his sister had left even me shocked.
“You’re wrong, and scared,” Jana accused, her steely glare daring me to challenge her. “That’s okay, we were all scared once.”