Kade twists around from the front seat, grinning like a shark. "We are. But Damon's gonna be real fuckin' happy with this little bonus."
My mind races, connecting the dots.
Sassy—that bitch who dumped her and Doc’s kid, Kash, on the clubhouse doorstep.
Damon's gonna have a field day with this.
"Well, shit," I drawl, leaning back. "Guess Christmas came early for the Prez."
Internally, I'm already plotting.
Sassy ratted us out, got us into this whole mess.
But Sassy?
She's a wildcard.
Could be leverage, could be trouble.
Either way, Damon's gonna want to handle this personally.
I glance at Siren, wondering how much she knows about our charter’s club business.
Her jaw's set, eyes blazing.
There's history there, I can tell.
Makes me curious, makes me want to dig deeper.
"So," Siren says, keeping her voice casual, "anyone want to fill me in on why Sassy's such a big deal in comparison to Sally and Boomer?"
Cobra snorts. "You mean besides being a shit excuse for a mother?"
I raise an eyebrow. "I mean, we know there’s more to it than that. She’s a rat and a no good person too."
Zane suddenly jerks the wheel hard to the right.
The massive dually truck lurches, tires crunching over gravel and snow as we veer off the main road.
My arm instinctively shoots out, bracing Siren against the seat yet again.
"The fuck, Zane?" I growl, but then I see it—tire tracks cutting through the snow, leading away from the road.
Zane's focus is laser-tight as he follows the trail, the truck bouncing and swaying as we go off-road.
We crest a small hill, and I spot our destination—a random park, fenced off and plastered with 'CLOSED FOR CONSTRUCTION' signs.
Zane doesn't hesitate, plowing right through the flimsy barrier.
"Nice," I can't help but grin. "Guess we're not worried about stealth, huh?"
Zane just grunts, maneuvering the truck with surprising skill through the half-finished landscaping.
We roll up next to another truck—must be Grim and Cheyenne's ride.
The engine cuts off, and for a moment, there's just tense silence.
Then Zane's out of the truck like a shot, the others piling out after him.