“Speaking of pretty faces…”
We all looked over to Apollo who’d snuck in at some point without our knowledge.
He was all sneaky like that.
“What?”I asked.
“There’s this girl at our gate,” he said.
“What?”most of us echoed.
“A woman,” he said.“She’s sizing up our gate and getting ready to climb it.”
“There’s razor wire on top of it,” Cutter pointed out.
There was a reason this place was more like a fortress than a motorcycle clubhouse.
When Truth Tellers MC had first formed, it’d been with a purpose: to fix the mistakes that law enforcement makes.
Sometimes that was to get felons out of jail for a crime they didn’t commit.
Other times it was to get rid of a dirty politician that would never see the inside of a jail cell despite their laundry list of crimes they’d committed.
Which, for instance, had just happened not too long ago.
Though, it wasn’t us that’d fixed that particular problem.
It’d been our baby sister, Keely’s, man that’d done it.
The sick bitch that Dima had taken out had been dead set on passing a bill that would give the government the power to waive people’s rights as American citizens suspected of organized crime.While he was there to spy on her, he’d spotted her abusing a young boy during a dinner party to celebrate her newly appointed government position.She’d say she needed a bathroom break, then come down off her rooftop where the party was being held and beat the ever loving shit out of a child in her bedroom.A child that’d shown signs of being abused for months from what Dima had been able to see.
Dima had reacted as we would have and taken her out at her own appointment party.
The aftermath had given the police the power to search her home, and in the process had found Tavi.
Not that we’d known it was Tavi at the time.
We’d heard the story on the news, of course, and that was it.
Until one day Apollo had gotten a call about his missing son.
Apollo’s son had been missing for two years.His mother had been suspected of taking him out of the country to contest a divorce and shared custody, but she’d just disappeared.
Even Apollo’s skills as a hacker hadn’t been able to help him find his son.
It was later revealed through the police’s gathering of evidence that Apollo’s wife was out of the country, and that she’d given her son to her mother as she was leaving town and told her to take care of him.
A mother that Apollo hadn’t been aware that she had, because there were no documents linking the two.
“Definitely scaling the razor wire now.”Apollo hit a couple of buttons on his phone, and then the one-hundred-inch television in the corner of the room lit up, revealing a woman that was climbing the fence.
In Crocs and scrubs.
I narrowed my eyes on those Crocs, something about them screaming familiarity to me.
Also, that ass as she maneuvered herself over the razor wire like she’d done it before…
The woman turned around, and my breath hitched.