Page 61 of Bullet

Dead Man smiled. “Definitely.”

I read the first address aloud. “Put that in your GPS, prospect, and go pick them up.”

Trey took his phone out of his pocket and started tapping the screen.

“No, please, don't. Notmi hijos,”Carlos begged.

“Then tell me what I want to know,” I growled, slamming the file folder down on the table.

He started sobbing, shaking his head.

I snapped my fingers at Trey. “Go get the van from the shop and go pick them up. I want them here before sundown.”

“Got it, boss,” Trey responded as he started to jog away.

“Wait!” Carlos yelled, his voice breaking into a shrill sob at the end.

Trey stopped, looking at me expectantly. I held up my hand as I locked eyes with Carlos, waiting for him to talk.

Carlos sighed, then closed his eyes and tipped his head back, praying in Spanish. When he opened them again, he said, “Themujerwe're looking for is named Dixyn Knox.”

Fuck. I put on my poker face, trying not to let my anger show. “What for?”

He didn't answer for a few seconds, then exhaled a heavy breath. “She belongs to Matteo. Ran away a couple of months ago, and he wants her back. We heard she was here.”

I could feel my nails digging into the skin of my palms. “Yeah, well sounds like she doesn't want him.”

He shrugged. “Doesn't matter. El Jefe gets what he wants at any cost.”

I'd be damned if they were going to take Dixyn back to some power-hungry cartel lord. I walked away, processing the information I'd just learned. Was she worth starting a war over?

I gestured to Dead Man to follow me to a far corner of the warehouse where Carlos wouldn't hear us. I trusted him the most since he was the one involved and keeping my secret.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“I don't know.” I exhaled a frustrated breath. I definitely didn't want Dixyn in the hands of the cartel, but I also didn't want to risk the club or my brothers by protecting her. They'd had my back for years, and I'd only known Dixyn a few months.

“You care about her?” Dead Man asked.

I hadn't planned on feeling anything for the young, fiery redhead. But somehow, she'd snuck her way into my cold, dead heart and was slowly bringing it back to life. “I do. I know I shouldn't, but I do.”

He nodded. “Well, let's figure out a plan.”

A small grin curved my lips. I was thankful for his support, but worried our brothers might not feel the same way since she was Apache's daughter. Letting Matteo have her would hit Apache where it hurts, and that would be to our advantage, but the thought made my blood run cold and my chest ache. “We should still keep this between us. One of us needs to be on her at all times; make sure these wetbacks don't find her.”

“Okay.”

Ideas ran through my head. “We'll set up a rotation. One of us on her and another tailing the cartel.” I glanced over at Carlos and frowned. “We need to figure out how to get rid of the scouts in town.”

“We could kill 'em.” Dead Man shrugged nonchalantly. “We have enough acid to get rid of the evidence. Plus, the sheriff won't care about some missing illegals.”

I rubbed my beard, weighing the options. “That would definitely cause retaliation with Matteo. He’d just send more scouts. If we can get them to leave and report back that they didn't find her here, they'd move on to another city. Keep them the hell out of Laughlin and off our turf.”

Dead Man gestured to Carlos. “We could use the wife and kids against him. Tell him we'll let him go and leave his family alone as long as he and his buddies get out of Laughlin and tell Matteo what we want.”

I nodded. “And if he doesn't, we'll find them and make him regret crossing us.”

Dead Man grinned, clapping me on the shoulder. “Sounds like a plan, brother.”

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