Page 108 of Steel

Soul and Ghost turn the corner of the house with a few others. “We’re clear on the west side. Havoc and Sonny are clearing the house now.”

It doesn’t take long before Havoc waves us in, and I find three Iron Sinners tied up in the living room. A fourth lying in his own blood in the middle of the kitchen, and it’s ironic, given Dimitri painted the same puddle of blood in Tempe’s house.

Unfortunately, Dimitri isn’t here.

Walking up to the men tied up in the living room, I assess them, searching for the weakest link and pointing to a kid who looks barely eighteen.

“Him first.”

I make my way down the hallway that leads to the back of the house, and Havoc drags the kid with us, while the rest of the guys stay up front.

“In here.” I point to a nearly empty bedroom, and Havoc drags him in.

There’s nothing more than a mattress on the floor and a bag of clothes in the corner. The Iron Sinners treat their men as well as they do anything else—like shit.

“This your room, kid?”

He shakes his head, trembling.

He might not realize it yet, but he isn’t cut out for this life. His eyes are too wide, and he’s too damn scared when we’ve yet to do anything to him. Lucky for us, it makes him the perfect mark when I need someone to break.

I face the kid with my arms crossed over my chest. “I’m gonna make this real simple for you. Tell us where Dimitri is, and I’ll let you walk out of here.”

Just because I’m planning on burning Titan and his crew to the ground doesn’t mean I’m starting with a damn teenager. Especially one who is bound to be weeded out of this life the moment he actually has to choose between himself and his club. If anything, I’m doing him a favor, testing his loyalty before Titan sniffs him out.

“I don’t know where Dimitri is.”

I plant the barrel of my gun on the center of his forehead, and his eyes slam shut. “Don’t bullshit me. This is Dimitri’s house. Where the fuck is he?”

“I swear.” His voice shakes. “They don’t tell us anything. We guard the guns out back, and Dimitri comes by once every few weeks to check in. But then he leaves again.”

I lower my gun, and the kid blinks his eyes open.

“What does he do when he’s here?”

“Not much.” The kid shakes his head. “Checks inventory and lets Mastiff know about any new shipments. Most ofthe time, he’s locked in the basement, but no one else is allowed down there, so I don’t know what he’s doing.”

“All right.” I nod at Havoc. “Keep him here while I check it out.”

Making my way back down the hall, I head to the door that I assume leads to a basement.

“Ghost, Soul, you’re with me. Legacy, keep an eye on things.”

Legacy nods while Ghost and Soul head downstairs. At the bottom of the steps is a separate door that takes a pair of bolt cutters to get through. The room is mostly empty and hot. There’s no air circulating, and every surface is covered in dust.

I make my way to the table at the other side and find stacks of pictures and plans. The blueprint for our tattoo parlor. Printouts of codes and building regulations.

It confirms what Ghost found on the drive. They’ve been using our own secrets to shut down our businesses on the Strip.

Flipping through the stack of photos and building plans, a folder at the bottom catches my attention, and my gut plummets when I open it.

The picture on top is one of Tempe walking out of Dirty Drakes. Beneath it is one of her getting in Sonny’s truck.

One after another, the pictures follow her every movement. Some of her working, some of her getting home. A few of her and Austin in the backyard from before she started staying at my club.

Dimitri has been watching her and Austin’s every move for longer than I realized.

My fists clench as I stare down at the photos.

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