For Buck’s part, it went against the brother code, but he’d shared with Clara that Gash had not been a stranger to the liquor stock in the Dive and was making it his mission to down as much of it as he could in order to drown his guilt and loss.
An endeavor which appeared to be failing.
And after sharing this, Buck had not denied Clara the option of giving this to Minnie.
She had, and Minnie might have been affected by it, but not enough to give Gash a shot at redemption.
So now Buck had this issue both ways, Gash as a brother, Minnie as his woman’s sister, and they’d had to declare boundaries.
Minnie got their house, and Gash wasn’t allowed there if there was something happening where people could be invited, occasions where Minnie always showed.
Obviously, Gash got Ace.
But Nails wasn’t done.
A week ago, in the store, she’d pretended to slip and fall and hit her head on a display.
Bitch didn’t consider they had cameras everywhere.
And while she was moaning and threatening lawsuits, Jimbo pulled up the video on an iPad of her sitting her own self down and then starting to shout and showed it to her.
They now had pictures of her everywhere, in the store, warehouse, even in the Dive (but that was just a joke), put up by Driver, that said, If you see this woman, report her to management immediately.
Unfortunately, someone had told Nails about this.
Which meant yesterday, she’d come in, trying to tear all of them down, and so no one was in danger of having her claim shit if they laid hands on her, they’d had to call the cops.
But she wasn’t done.
They knew this because, under escort of the police to her vehicle, she got in her car, shrieking, “I’m not done with all y’all in the Aces High MC!”
“So, to sum up,” Sylvie said, “you got possible issues with a drug cartel, whatever Babic is, but all he is, is no good, and a skank bent on vengeance. Over to you, Scott.”
She ended with her gaze on Scott.
“I cannot say Tia, or Aces, is not in deep shit,” Scott said like he really did not want to. “We’re gonna have to turn over the evidence to the defense. So they’ll know how much we got, where it came from, and this could cause some uncomfortable questions to be asked. And those won’t be uncomfortable for the DA. They’ll be uncomfortable for Tia and maybe Aces. Tia was followed. Enrique’s boys knew what she had. We don’t know, but they could also know she was going to go on the run with Clara. Which is another link between them and to this shit that’s not good.”
No, it wasn’t.
“Thought those boys were neutralized,” Sylvie noted.
“I am not here for this part of the discussion,” Scott said, but he didn’t move.
Shit.
Buck might have to start liking this guy.
“Don’t know if they reported in. Don’t know if the threat of her havin’ that shit was passed up the chain. Don’t know if Enrique talked before they axed him,” Damian put in, still unhappy. “So Tia is a ghost come December twenty-sixth.”
Fuck.
Damian looked at Buck. “And the men who went down, they’re middle management. Important, but not too important. Though, they know the drill. They’ll keep their mouths shut. And if they do, and it ends with them, this will blow over. If they don’t, and other dominoes fall, she may be a ghost forever, man.”
Fuck.
Buck shook that off and asked Scott, “You got anything on Babic?”
“Keep your shit sharp with that nutjob,” Scott advised.
“That doesn’t help, Rayne,” Buck noted.
“If you gave me the choice of taking one person off the street and incapacitating him forever, I’d pick Imran Babic,” Scott declared. “The problem is, we got nothin’. We know he’s fucked in the head. We know he’s dirty. But he’s like a criminal savant. Crazy as fuck. But genius at keeping his shit under wraps.”
Buck sat back in his chair.
“You want, I’m on Eleanor,” Sylvie offered. “Got a colleague named Sixx, she and I’ll have all sorts of girlie fun handling her. Usual fees apply, of course.”
Tucker turned his eyes to the ceiling.
Tucker’s response meant, if they gave the go-ahead to that, Nails was fucked.
Buck looked through the room and tallied unanimous chin lifts.
“Do it,” he said to Sylvie.
Sylvie grinned.
Oh yeah.
Nails was fucked.
He then turned his attention to Damian.
“I want a brother on you at all times.”
“I got it,” Damian said.
“You also got Clara’s best friend in your care. She had one person her whole life who didn’t fuck her over in some way before she had me, and that was Tia. So I want a brother on you at all times.”
Damian didn’t like it. Buck sensed he worked alone, always.
But he nodded.
“The rest, brothers only,” Buck declared.