Page 73 of Last One Standing
“Make it quick.”
“Okay.” I gestured to a duffel bag by my feet. “In there. Open it.”
He glared. “You fucking open it.”
“Fine.” Slowly, I unzipped the bag and opened it.
“What’s all this?”
“Proof of what I’m about to tell you.”
He eyed the bag, noticeable folders with FBI and ATF stamped on them. And a tablet.
“Speak.”
“Brick’s working with the FBI, namely with an Agent Waters. He made a deal with them to hand over a business associate of yours, Colette Barbier, in exchange for his freedom. I don’t know why he made this deal, but no part of that agreement saves the club, just him.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m not lying; it’s all here. That tablet”—I pointed to it—“has photos and video of him meeting with the agent yesterday.”
He grunted. “And how’d you get this information, those fuck-ass brothers?”
“Actually, yes, they stumbled upon it.”
He chuckled darkly and scratched his beard. “You want me to believe you’re doing this outta the kindness of your heart?”
“Ha, right, you wouldn’t believe me if I said yes.”
“What game you playin’, Kona?”
I motioned to my face, where my bruises were pretty much healed. “I never deserved any of this, any time. I took it, though, until I couldn’t anymore. So, part of me hopes you give him the same treatment. But the bigger reason is because when Brick locked me and Pika up, you kept him safe, you didn’t let Brick near him. I’m grateful to you for that, and this is my way of saying thank you.”
He eyed the bag and then me. “If this is true?—”
“It’s true. You have to decide what you want to do with it. All the proof you need is in here.”
“Kick it to me.”
I zipped it up and kicked it the best I could. He huffed and moved forward, scooping it up, and slipping it on his shoulder.
“You want nothing for this?”
“I told you, this is me thanking you for protecting Pika.”
He jutted his chin out. “Those brothers know you’re giving this to me?”
“No,” I answered without hesitation. “I imagine they’ll be pissed if they find out.”
He hummed. “You better return to them, then.”
I spun on my heels and gave Tank my back—the biggest no-no ever, but he needed to think I trusted he’d be honorable. Once I rounded the corner to where Angel and Gabe were, I took a deep breath, willing my heart to calm down.
None of us spoke a word, listening to Tank’s retreating footsteps.
“He’s gone,” Nick said.
“Now we see if it worked,” Gabe whispered.
