Page 50 of Tusk's Fury

“This ain’t on you, sweetheart,” Tusk adds.

With grim determination, I tell them, “I want this asshole out of my life. What can we do to make that happen?”

Tusk cups my face. “I say we lure him in the same way he lured all those people in. We dangle something he can’t refuse—like money or make him think you want to talk to him again. When he shows up, you’ll be a million miles away, and he’ll get the rough end of some biker justice.”

Sitting here, looking into his handsome face, I can’t quite tell if he’s joking or not.

Zen speaks up. “I have a better idea. We learn everything we can about this man—who he’s working with, and how deep his grift goes. Then we feed him bad intel and set him up to take the ultimate fall. I want to humiliate him so badly that his local community will still be gossiping about him fifty years from now. I want to drain his accounts and make sure he ends up in the slammer.

Something clicks in my brain, and I tell him, “I like this plan better. We get his money, and he gets to rot in jail for a nice long time.”

Tusk perks up. “Yeah, and we can always give him biker justice if he ever gets out of prison, right?”

Zen responds, “Oh, hell yeah.” Turning to me, he asks, “Did you make a list of everything and everyone you can remember being associated with the church?”

I pull it out of my pants pocket and hand it over to him. My small, neat handwriting covers the front and back of a sheet of paper. “I put everything I could remember about my church—their special terminology and all their rituals. They always used to be super-secretive, so I’m not sure if you’ll find any of this online. If you have any questions, just ask me. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring Harper down. Maybe we could even give back the money he fraudulently solicited.”

Zen shrugs carelessly with one shoulder while reading over the sheet. “Yeah, if he saved information on who donated what, we can do that. Otherwise, Siege gets to decide what we do with it. If you prefer, we could let him think he won. You could marry him, and we could immediately spring the trap—meaning you would control everything when he gets hauled off to prison.”

I open my mouth to object, but Tusk cuts me off before I can get a word out. “No, no, no, and hell no. My old lady is not going to marry a fucking predator for money.”

“It was just a suggestion,” Zen says mildly.

I nod in agreement with Tusk. “I don’t want to lay eyes on that man for the rest of my life if I can help it.”

Tusk leans over and gives me a kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you won’t have to see him again. I’ll see to that myself.”

I pull him down for another kiss—one that leaves him with a raging hard-on, and he totally notices that I notice. I give myself away by letting my eyes linger on his crotch a moment too long. His chest puffs up with male pride, knowing I still can’t resist him.

Zen gives an awkward cough, bringing us both back to the present. “As I was saying, give me a few days to process the new information Brittany just gave me, and I’ll call a club meeting so we can come up with a plan of action we’re all comfortable with.”

I stand to leave as Victoria begins to fuss. “Thanks, Zen. I know you’ll leave no stone unturned.”

“I’m nothing, if not thorough. You okay if I let Lexi help me do a deep dive into your background? She’s really good at digging for information and in a matter like this, two heads are better than one.”

I get excited. “Of course not! Lexi’s a smart, capable woman. Any help she’s willing to give me would be much appreciated.”

His face lights up with pleasure. “That’s great. She loves working with me on projects.”

We say our goodbyes, and Tusk takes me to Siege’s office. As always, the door is open wide. Though out of politeness Tusk knocks and sticks his head into the room. Siege, Rigs, and Rider are sitting around with their feet up, kicking around ideas for a group ride later in the year.

“Come on in,” Siege calls out.

The moment they catch sight of me, their feet immediately come down, and they stand to greet me.

While they don’t rush to hug me, the smiles on their faces sure feels like a warm hug.

Siege gestures towards Victoria. “You brought the baby. Let’s have a look at her. Tex told us she’s fucking adorable and almost never cries.”

I step forward and pull the baby blanket open for them to get a good look. “I’m almost sure all the calmness comes from me,” I joke.

Rider laughs as he leans over to gaze into Victoria’s face. “She definitely takes after you. Have you met Tusk’s boys? They’re hell on wheels.”

Tusk scowls, even though what they’re saying is true—I know it because Tusk has said so himself—something seems to be bothering him, and I don’t think it’s Rider’s jokey comment about his kids. He asks gruffly, “Did Dutch leave a box for me?”

Rigs reaches back to grab shirt-sized box off the shelf. Holding it out to him, he says, “It’s about time. Congratulations in advance, brother.”

All of Tusk’s irritation falls away. He responds, “Thanks, Rigs. I should have done this a long time ago. Would’ve saved no end of trouble.”

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