“I don’t have any active cases but we’re also working on Baton’s girl’s case, a stalker issue. There are three other cases but they aren’t as advanced where there would be someone trigger happy coming at us since they aren’t aware we’re on their ass yet,” Wyatt states.
My father puts his hands on his hips and looks at my uncle before his gaze lands on me. “There aren’t any old cases or disputes going back when we were handling shit. I think that kinda narrows it down to the case linked with Galen, or the one with Baton.”
“Agreed,” I rumble. “Let’s head inside and get a few prospects to clean this shit up. Maybe Ganza or Bee found something we can work with. But we have to do something with the gate. The system is blown to shit so overriding it won’t work.”
We take a moment to force the gate to open by ripping it off its hinges. Risky, but necessary, otherwise we’re locked in here ourselves and we need to head out later. I order two prospects to stay put near the gate and keep their eyes open so no one goes in or out without us knowing. Strolling inside I’m surprised to see Bee sitting next to Ganza.
She shoots me a quick glance. “Lynn is at our house keeping an eye on Queenie. Roan is with her and so is Diamond.”
I give her a curt nod and again pride hits me. A mere moment ago bullets were flying, our lives as well as our daughter’s in the hands of the balance of life and death and yet she’s sitting here, strong as fuck, handling it like any one of my brothers.
“Make more grandbabies later, son,” my dad chuckles. “We have someone to hunt down and bring to justice first.”
“No license plates and the one behind the wheel was wearing a mask, the other person hanging out of the back window was wearing a mask too. Fuck,” Ganza grumbles.
“Hang on,” Bee muses and I step closer, as do all the others.
Her fingers dance across the keyboard and there’s a lot of codes flying over the screen and she flips through different windows she has open on her screen until she pulls a feed with a car going around the corner two blocks from here.
The one driving the car reaches for his mask and we all watch as he pulls it off. Curses fill the air as recognition and realization hits who was driving the car and responsible for the attempt to kill me, my woman, and our daughter…along with anyone else who could have been standing near the windows inside the clubhouse.
“Hunting season is fucking open,” Wyatt growls.
“Right. Fucking. Now,” I thunder in agreement.
CHAPTER NINE
– BEATRICE –
My eyes are still set on the screen in front of me while the men are cursing and firing words back and forth, deciding to head out right now and hunt down those responsible for the drive by shooting.
“Hey,” I snap, but no one is responding.
Heated words are still filling the air while their boots stomp in the direction of the door.
Getting to my feet I turn my laptop, point at it and bellow at the top of my lungs, “Can you fucking listen to me and watch the damn screen?”
All heads turn my way and all their anger is suddenly aimed for me, leaving me to add on a whisper, “Please?”
Archer and Deeds are the first ones heading in my direction.
“What are we looking at?” Deeds questions.
“Ugh, they’re gone now, hang on.” I quickly put the feed a few minutes back and now there’s a huddle of bikers surrounding my laptop.
We all watch how the two men get out of the car and start talking on the sidewalk. A moment later they start to push and shove at each other. One gets right in the face of the other, jabbing his chest before he turns and disappears out of sight into an alley. The other guy follows and disappears for a moment before he comes back. He takes out his phone and holds it to his ear as he steps into the car and drives off.
“Did you see that?” Wyatt questions.
Vachs grunts while Archer says, “I think we’re looking for one motherfucker instead of two.”
Confused I ask, “Why only one?”
Deeds points at the laptop. “Back up the feed a bit.”
I do as he says and Deeds starts to explain. “They argue and then Woolerton, who was driving the car, threatens Sven before he stalks away. Look at Sven, right here.” He waits a moment and then adds, “There, see?”
I nod and am in awe how these guys see a lot more details within seconds then me. I mean, there’s so much happening during a fragment of a moment and all I paid attention to were the two cops arguing and then one walking away and one going after the other before he…I dunno…changed his mind and walked the other way?
But what they saw was Sven going after Woolerton, reaching for–what Deeds pointed out–his gun, and then he comes out of the alley alone while tucking his gun back. I now agree with all of them…Sven must have killed his partner in the alley and then he simply got in his car and left.
“Vachs, Broke, Pax, Ganza. You guys head out to Sven’s place and see if the fucker returns home. Depay, Deeds, Baton, we’re going to head over to the alley and secure the scene. Let’s hope no one called it in yet and we can get ahead of this shit before the cops find one of their own shot to death on the streets,” Archer orders.
Everyone jumps into action. Archer steps closer and pierces me with an intense look. “Thanks for stepping up.”
“Just doing my part,” I tell him with a tiny smile.
He slides his fingers around the back of my neck to pull me closer. “I need you safe. That shit came way too close but I know damn well it’s how we live and ride.”
“Life always puts you to the test. Either in a relationship, health, safety…we passed this one and we will make sure to always pass with flying colors. Because together, we have the right knowledge and strength to pull through.”
“Fuck, yes,” he growls and slams his mouth over mine in a hard and quick kiss. “It might take a while before we’re back, but I’ll keep in contact, okay?”
I point at my laptop. “I’m going to head over to our house and join the old ladies. But I’ll work on finding more feed and I might be able to track where he is if he doesn’t dodge any street cams.”
We say our goodbyes as he heads out, leaving me to grab my stuff before I head out the door too. I could stay at the clubhouse but with the windows all shot up I’d rather be in the company of the other women and my own home.
The prospects will clean up and board the windows, or they will wait for the contractors they called to come and replace the glass. But for now, I know the prospects are handling it while I can do some more work to help the guys out. I find Roan and Diamond in the living room with Queenie while Lynn is in the kitchen, making cocktails.
“Isn’t it a bit too early for booze?” I question.
Lynn raises one of her groomed eyebrows. “Alcohol doesn’t need a timestamp when bullets slice through the day.”
“In that case…I’ll take one of those,” I tell her and head for the living room.
I take a seat at the table and get back to work. Searching different angles of street cams to find out in what direction Sven went, but I quickly lose track of him. All there’s left to do is wait and drink the cocktail Lynn puts in front of me.