The President lifted his arm, silencing his VP with no more than that single gesture.
“Tell me what the fuck you think you know, before I let Rat run his knife through you,” he growled at Shades, his patience obviously dwindling.
But Shades held his ground. “We got a deal?”
After a tense moment, the man barked back, “Yeah, we got a fucking deal. Now talk!”
“Death Heads planted a man in your chapter.” Shades shrugged. “Possibly a prospect. More likely one of that bunch you just patched over.”
Growler’s eyes narrowed. “And you know this fucking shit, how?”
“That’s where the girl comes in,” Shades replied.
Jessie watched as their President’s eyes moved from Shades to her, sweeping up and down.
“How’s she know this shit?” He addressed his question to Shades, as if his answer carried more weight than anything that would come out of her mouth.
“She was in Sturgis. Overheard Florida talking to his men.”
The President’s brows shot up. “Right. She just fucking overheard that, huh? What do you take me for? Do I look stupid to you?”
“She was there, Prez,” one of his guys said, and Jessie’s eyes moved to the man. He was a big man, six three at least and muscled. But it wasn’t just his size that made him stand out; it was his demeanor. He took badass to a whole different level. Aside from the fact that he was a terrifyingly scary dude, he was also very good looking, with dark hair that hung past his jaw and brows that slashed low, giving him a stern look. But it was his piercing light eyes that caught one’s attention. They practically burned a hole in you when he turned them on you. And right now they were turned on her.
Growler looked back at him. “You sure?”
The man nodded, his eyes boring into hers a long moment before they swung to Shades. “You don’t know who she is, do you?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Reno?” his President barked at him.
“She’s Florida’s.”
“The hell s
he is,” Ghost snapped taking a step forward, but Shades arm came up, holding him back with the silent reprimand.
Reno’s eyes swung to Ghost, then ignored him, moving to his President. “Saw her with him. She was cuddled up on his lap all nice and cozy, his hand rubbing her ass.”
“And you saw this where?” Growler snapped.
“Scooter’s Bar.”
Ghost twisted, his eyes swinging to her with an expression of disbelief. She could tell he wanted to ask her about what had to be a startling revelation for him, but he knew he couldn’t look surprised by any of this, not in front of the DKs.
Shades covered for them all, by pretending as if he knew all this.
“Gives what she says that much more credibility. You want to hear what she has to say, or not?”
“Yeah, I want to hear what she fucking has to say,” Growler snapped.
Shades’ eyes swung to Ghost, and he stared him down until he stepped out of her way, and then Shades lifted his chin at her. “Tell him what happened.”
She raised her chin, determined to not cower in front of these men. She met Growler’s eyes. “I overheard Florida say they were going to take you down from the inside. He said they’d planted a man in your chapter. Knew your every move. They plan to take Georgia from you.”
“You overheard this? How?” Growler asked.
“I was in a closet. The walls were thin, and they were in an office on the other side talking.”
“And what were you doing in the closet?”