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“We used an Uber. Cost a bloody fortune to drive us all the way to the clubhouse, but it seemed the smartest move. That’s about all I remember after we got dropped off,” I respond.

“How did the women get home? Please tell me Aria didn’t drive her and Lisa after all that,” Chubs questions.

“Candy gave them both a ride home,” I answer with complete honesty and breathe a sigh of relief that I could answer that with truth.

“I’ll do some asking around and see if Club Ace’s name comes up as a place to watch. Makes me worried to let the women go anywhere without one of us at this point. Gunner will want us to get on this immediately, so prepare for a call from him. See you later,” Chubs says before leaving.

I lean back in my chair and force my body to relax. I take a couple moments to get my thoughts in order, then pick up myphone and text Reeves a message to call me. I only have to wait a couple of minutes before my phone rings.

“Hey. How long before you’re back to the office?” I ask.

“About two hours. Why?”

“We need to talk privately,” I answer.

“Fuck! Are you firing me? Because I don’t want to work at the strip club, brother! Last time I worked there for more than a night or two, my dick screamed in pain every time I took a piss!” Reeves shouts through the phone.

“The easy fix for that is to not stick it in every willing female,” I answer with a laugh.

“It wasn’t sore from that as much as it constantly getting grabbed every time a dancer would walk past me. They see our cuts as their way to climb the ladder, or pole I should say,” Reeves sputters indignantly. “Andy was bruised for days.”

“Andy?” I ask, confused.

“Short for Anaconda. Axel isn’t the only one to name his favorite body part.”

I laugh at his fear of exposing Andy to more trauma, then take pity on the man.

“I’m not firing you. It’s about the night we can’t remember. I might know why.”

“You could have led with that, asshat,” Reeves responds before disconnecting the call.

While waiting, I get busy with a deeper dive into the names Chubs had given me. Gunner is going to want everything I can possibly find.

“I’ve contacted the Morales family and told them we’d keep them updated with anything we find out. They’re reaching out to some of their contacts too. We’re having Church tonight instead of Sunday so we can get busy with this,” Gunner states. “6pm. Bring whatever you have found so far. Chubs is making his rounds and will fill us in then.”

“See you then, Prez,” I answer while already compiling what I have in a neat stack on my desk.

“You need help with anything?” Pigeon asks as he and Horse enter my office and take seats in front of my desk.

“I’m going to be here until Church tonight. Can you guys finish up that order for the carwash?” I ask.

“Yeah, no problem. We’ll get it done today. How credible is Chubs’ info on these guys?” Pigeon asks in a serious tone.

When Pigeon is quietly concerned about anything, we all take notice. Pigeon seldom takes much serious and usually just lives in the moment. Taking a second look at his face, I realize suddenly why he’s asking. Unfortunately, the last time we took down traffickers, Pigeon played an important role, and it took a toll on him. Axel and Pigeon sat in a van with a dead child for hours and then held and carried that child in his arms. It took time for Pigeon to process that, and I’ve never been sure if he completely returned to his old self afterwards. I believe that.Just like Pooh when we rescued Bella, Pigeon’s part in that night irrevocably changed something in his soul.

“From what I’ve found so far, it’s very credible. They’ve got several past convictions for trafficking, and it’s a fucking joke what they got for them. Neither should be walking the streets for years, and yet, here they are,” I answer honestly.

“Fucking court systems. The judges who hand out these light sentences should have to be there when these victims are found. Let them see the terror in their eyes. Let them taste the fear and indignities that these women and kids have endured. There’s something wrong in this world when a bunch of bikers are the ones stopping these things instead of law enforcement,” Pigeon says in a flat tone before standing up and walking out of my office.

“It’s not law enforcement’s fault. Their hands are tied for the most part, and they have a lot of rules to follow. Miss a simple step, and the courts toss out the case,” Horse says with disgust clear in his voice.

“I know and I agree. We don’t follow the rules, and because of that, we’d be sitting in jail cells if we’re caught handing out lessons to the traffickers. The world is upside down. Keep an eye on Pigeon today,” I reply.

Horse nods his head and then leaves me to find Pigeon. I hear them leave the building at the same time as Reeves steps inside my office.

“What’s up?” Reeves asks as he plops down in a chair and props his booted feet onto my desk.

“I think we may have been drugged at Club Ace. It would explain why neither of us can remember shit after we got to the clubhouse. Have you spoken with Lisa since then? Does she have any memory issues?” I question.

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