Page 31 of Living Without

“Malinda will have one. See if she’s back yet,” Stoke said. Handle stood and left.

“When’s the deal being made?” Dodge asked.

“I’m gonna need five hundred thousand to show this fucker. It’s gonna go down tomorrow night.”

“We’ll get the money,” Talon assured.

“Where’s it going down?” I asked.

“The dick wanted to make it a public place, didn’t trust Mason.” Gypsy smirked. “Didn’t work though. Mason got on his high horse and said if he’s trusting them with his man on their territory, he wants it where the woman is in case she makes a run for it. After some arguing he agreed.”

“Where?” I barked.

“Ferntree Gully.”

“Goddamn,” Killer growled low. “How did we not find that shit out?”

“They’re well hidden,” Gypsy said, “out in the country.”

I leaned forward. “Why wait then? We can go there now and get her back.”

“Too much to risk. We need a man on the inside, and Gypsy is gonna be that man,” Talon ordered. “Memphis, get some fuckin’ Google Maps up. We need a detailed plan.” Memphis nodded and started for the door. Talon added, “Want some satellite images of the surrounding areas also.”

“Hold up,” Gypsy called, taking his phone outta his pocket. “Myron sent through what he found on the place. I’ll email it to you guys. Just need an address.” Memphis rattled off one and then went out to grab the laptop.

“How we gonna know when it’s time for us to crash the party?” Knife asked.

“A wire?” Griz suggested.

“They’ll test for that shit, and then everythin’ will be fucked.” Gypsy glared.

“Not with the ones Beast makes,” Knife said. “No one can detect his shit.”

Gypsy’s eyes went to the silent man Knife was pointing to. Beast nodded. Gypsy replied, “Wanna see it first.”

The doors opened and Jason came in carrying a tray. “Thought people could use a drink.” He handed them out with a smile on his face. As he dropped one in front of me, he patted my shoulder. “Gonna get more.”

“Prospect, we’ll be out soon. Don’t worry about it,” Killer ordered. Then he raised his beer and pointed it to Gypsy. “To new brothers.” People cheered around us.

Finally. Fuckin’ finally we were getting my angel back. All I had to do was wait twenty-four fuckin’ hours. I tipped my beer up and drank long and hard.

A thought crossed my mind. My brothers would hate it, but waiting more time when I knew Nary was going through hell was killin’ me. I could possibly stake out the place, see what I could do, maybe even get in there instead of sittin’ on my arse.

“Get Lan and Parker. We need to know they have our backs to cover us in the cop department. No one can hear of what’s gonna go down,” Talon ordered. Killer rose and left.

“You got cops on your payroll?” Gypsy asked.

“Nope. They’re detectives, and they’re Hawks in a way. They got our backs when rough shit happens. When we need to take the law into our own hands to protect our family.”

Gypsy said nothing.

“How ’bout some more drinks?” Dallas asked. “Beast can show you his gadgets.”

“Sounds good.” Gypsy nodded and left with all the brothers, except Talon, Dodge, and Stoke.

As soon as the doors closed, I turned to Dodge and waited. He smirked. “You know what I’m gonna say?”

“Don’t do anything stupid?” I guessed.

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