Page 60 of Fighting a Riot

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Yak

A sour sensation hit Yak’s gut at Blood’s words. Yak didn’t like accusing anyone of shit they didn’t do, but he couldn’t ignore his instincts any more.

He twisted his hands up and out in question. “How else do you explain this shit? Besides the dancers, we employ just over a dozen people who aren’t part of the brotherhood. My gut tells me this shit is an inside job and I’ve looked into all the non-Riot employees except two waitresses.”

Blood’s brown eyes narrowed. “One waitress would make an easy mark for finding out shit about how we do business. Hell, it could be both those waitresses working together. But you’re gonna accuse one of your brothers?”

“Which servers?” Turk asked.

Yak’s eyes cut to Turk’s. “Selma and Jillian.”

“They’re too new.”

Both of his brows rose. “Right. Except, they began when all this shit started going down.”

Blood stepped closer to him. “Then why the fuck are you accusing Tundra of shit? He’s been with us for over four years now! Hell, he was instrumental in helping Roll and Trixie. Why would he fuck us over, Yak?”

Yak’s calm demeanor slipped and he raised his voice. “Why the fuck was he holding her goddamned phone, Blood?”

“Blood, lay off,” Volt said.

“Why?” Blood asked, staring at their president.

Volt stroked his bearded chin. “Because we don’t have any reason to mistrust Yak’s gut. He’s got good instincts and always has. I’m not convinced it’s Tundra, but I think there’s something to the idea that it’s one of our own. We need to take a hard look at all of our prospects—”

“They don’t ever work here as prospects,” Turk cut in.

Volt shook his head. “No, but that doesn’t mean someone like Tundra, Punc, Evict, or Prime wouldn’t run their mouths about how things work here. Hell, just last week, I heard Punc talking about the audition where Rage lost his shit.”

“Did you set him straight about that bullshit?” Turk asked.

Volt grinned, then gave a low chuckle. “Rage was in the room, right behind Punc and he did it far better than I could… given that Punc was talking about Lisa’s interrupted performance.”

“We’re off topic,” Blood muttered. “Just because brothers run their mouths about working here doesn’t mean one of us has turned against the club.”

Volt moved his head in a half-nod. “You’re right, but I won’t ignore something like this. If we got someone whose loyalty is with the Devil Lancers we need to deal with that shit. Immediately.”

While knowing Volt trusted Yak’s gut gave him reassurance, he had no idea how they would be able to determine who was working against them. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t be interrogating Ghost, though. Asking him who he was working with would give too much away.

“What are we doing with Ghost?” Turk asked, reading Yak’s mind.

Volt’s brow jumped. “I called Cal, Roll, and Vamp. They’re coming by to help us rough him up, then we’re dropping him at the Devil Lancer’s door.”

Turk nodded once. “We’re starting a war, then.”

Volt shook his head. “While you were watching Yak field questions earlier, I called Steel. This violates the terms of their tentative charter. He’s advised other Devil Lancer chapters to stay out of it.”

After a deep breath, Yak asked, “We aren’t even going to ask what his aim is? What good does it do them to—”

“If he’d been a better shot, you and Tundra might have been dead since neither of you had a gun on you,” Volt said.

Under his breath, Blood said, “Yet another reason I don’t think Tun is in on this shit.”

Volt speared him with a quelling look. “Enough, Blood.” He turned to Yak. “You want in on this? Get a few licks in since that asshole shot at you?”

Yak mulled it over. “Nah. I got a phone to return to a dancer. And an apology to make to Tundra.”

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