Page 59 of Devil's Queen

“Wolff,” I mutter, barely able to believe what I’m hearing. “You think it’s him?”

Tex nods grimly. “It wouldn’t surprise me, Prez. He always had a vendetta against Remy, and he’s cunning enough to orchestrate something like this.”

“Don’t we have eyes on him?”

“We did until I checked in on those eyes. Radio silent for over a week. If I had to guess, Roy is either dead or working with him. Though, I wouldn’t put it past Monte either.”

“Fuck,” I hiss. “I knew letting him walk out of here alive was a fucking mistake.” The same mistake we’d made with Monte, in my opinion.

“Wasn’t your choice to make. If it is Wolff, this isn’t just Remy’s problem. It’s ours.”

“If it’s Wolff…” I say through gritted teeth, “… we need to put an end to this.”

“That’s why I brought it up,” Tex replies solemnly. “We need to be prepared for whatever he throws at us. If he’s back in town, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. Revenge against us and Remy.”

A surge of anger courses through my veins, fueling my determination. No matter what challenges lie ahead, I won’t let Wolff get what he wants.

“Find out everything you can about his whereabouts,” I order Tex. “I want to know his every move.”

Tex nods and reaches for his phone, ready to dive into the investigation. As he starts typing away, I can’t help but feel a sense of urgency building within me.

“I need to tell Rem.”

“Between us, it wouldn’t be a bad idea. She deserves to know what may be coming.”

“Can we spare any guys to keep a tab on her house? If he finds out about our son, it’ll be the first place he goes.” The thought of any harm coming to Beaux sets me on edge. “My house too.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Prez, but it would be easier if we could get everyone in one place. We may need to call a lockdown until we figure this out.”

“She won’t go for that, and we both know it.”

“Tell her it’s for her own safety,” Tex offers, his voice firm. “We can’t afford to take any risks. You think she’ll listen?”

“She has to,” I reply, my jaw clenched. “We can’t let our personal feelings get in the way of protecting our family.”

Tex sighs heavily but ultimately nods in agreement. “All right, Prez. I’ll talk to the guys and make the necessary arrangements.”

“Keep me updated.”

I leave the clubhouse and head straight for Remy’s shop. I walk in like I own the place and beeline for her office. Her mother stares as I pass her desk, mouth falling agape when she realizes where I am headed. Remy is behind her desk, working away, when I make it inside.

“We need to talk,” I demand.

“Haven’t we done enough of that?” she fires back.

“Wolff is alive.”

Rem’s head snaps up from her work, her attention fully on me now. Her eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and concern. She leans back in her chair, the pencil she held falling from her hand. Rem’s face pales, her hands trembling as she grips the edge of her desk. “But I thought he was dead… after everything that happened.”

“Not my decision. Trust me, I was fully on board with killing the son of a bitch. But the fact of the matter is he’s alive, and he’s been flying under the radar for weeks now. Tex thinks it might be him behind all this shit. Your bike. All the evidence points in our direction. It’s the only thing that makes sense. He wants revenge on my club and you.”

“But how would he have known about the bike? I didn’t even tell my club who it was for or how much it was worth until it was stolen. I kept it under wraps for a reason. Unless…” she trails off before swearing. “A couple of my guys left out of the blue right before it was finished. Allegedly going to a rival shop.”

“That could be your leak.” I shrug. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life, it’s never to underestimate your enemies, especially ones with a score to settle.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air between us as Rem processes the gravity of the situation. Finally, she takes a deep breath and meets my gaze with unwavering determination.

“I want you to go into lockdown with the Zulu Kings. You. Your mom. Beaux.”

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