Page 13 of Torching Vixen
“Wait, are you telling me the two warehouses that we’ve had shipments go missing from are these assholes?” Smith asks, looking around the room.
Lo clears her throat. “Does anyone have a computer that I can use? If you do, I can pull up what little records they have.”
“How in the hell can you do that?” West sounds incredulous.
“Well, you see, I, uh, set up their system. When I did, I put in a back door so that I’d always be able to get in… Just in case I ever needed to,” Lo says, blushing so much she looks like a tomato.
“You’re that good with computers?” Razor questions with a twinkle in his eye.
“I’ve always liked them, and I started messing around with code in school. Found I was really good at it, so I took advance classes. Once we got to the clubhouse, we had a lot of time on our hands since we weren't allowed out anywhere, so I continued learning.” Lo busies herself, typing on Razor’s laptop.
“Let's just say she can hack any system,” Vixen says with a bright smile.
“We’ll come back to that. Razor work with her to find the information we need.” Steel cuts in, “Now, let’s get back to the traitor you think we have here.”
“Right, right, sorry. When he comes to the club, he takes his cut off, and they talk about everything going on between the clubs. He even takes part in the drugs, alcohol, and girls,” Vixen says. The dark look that crosses her face makes me want to burn the MC down with those bastards in it. Especially when I hear her next muttered words. “Whether they’re fucking willing or not, fucking bastards.”
“Fuck me, Prez. According to these records, they are the ones that hit the warehouses and stole the shipments.” Razor explodes, turning and slamming his fist into the wall.
We all start cussing and are ready to fight when Dad’s oldest friend and the third of the original members, Iron, whistles long and loud. “As amazing as this story is, and we have a lot to process, you need to keep something in mind… If your girl is as great with computers as you say she is, how do we know that everything you are show-and-telling us isn’t part of their plan or yours? How do we know it’s all true?” he asks, staring hard at Vixen.
The girls look at each other, and then Vixen gives Lo a slight nod. Lo turns to Prez and me, “I’ll pull up a file of videos and pictures for you. There are only three requests.”
Prez gives her a nod, and she continues, “After you watch them, you do not speak of them again. Two, you watch it with only the men in this room until you know who the traitor is, and three, you delete every single one when you’re done.”
“We can do all of that. If you are certain the videos will give all we need, then you ladies are free to go. Please let Blue show you to your rooms. You are going to stay with us for as long as this takes to get settled, then we’ll talk about what comes next.” Steel calls for Mom, who I have no doubt was standing right outside the door. Lo hits a few buttons, turning the laptop toward my dad before both women follow Mom out.
Once the door closes, we all sit in silence. Iron is the first to speak. “Fuck me. I can’t fucking believe it.”
“I couldn’t say it better myself, brother,” Prez retorts, sighing and sitting back in his chair.
I take the seat across from him, put my head in my hands, lean on my elbows, and sigh before asking the question we are all wondering. “Do you believe her?”
“Let's look at everything and then go from there. If any of you can’t watch or need to walk away, I understand. We’ve heard about the scaring and open wounds the saw, so my guess is that what we are about to watch willnotbe pretty,” Prez is so calm; it’s frightening.
Razor plugs the laptop into the television hanging on the back wall. From the first second to the last, the fire that gave me my name burns bright. I feel as if my skin is melting. How she survived that, how Lo survived what I just saw is anyone’s guess… And despite the rampant anger that burns so brightly, I feel like a supernova right now. There’s a feeling of anguish that Vixen endured brutality of that magnitude and is still capable of smiling. Lo as well.
Those pieces of shit aren’t men. They’re lower than animals. Fuck, I don’t know if there are words to describe them.
“We will burn that club to the fucking ground with every one of those fuckers in it,” I state, looking my dad in the eye while waiting for him to object.
“You’ll have your day, Son, but we need to be smart because that asshole has access toeverything. Razor, did you do as the ladies asked you to do?” While I’m happy as hell that I’ll eventually get my chance to decimate that piece of shit, it appears wedohave a traitor in our midst, which is just as galling as the reprehensible treatment that women have suffered at their hands.
“I copied all the business files and then wiped every system they had on the network. That should keep them busy for a few days,” Razor says with an evil grin. His chuckle sounds eerie as well, and I remind myself that he’s on our side.
“Good. We’ll meet tomorrow after we all have had time to digest what we’ve seen and heard. Have some fun tonight… And welcome home, boys,” Prez looks more tired than I ever remember seeing. My dad has always been larger than life but seeing what we’ve just seen seems to have aged him overnight.
Once everyone is gone but Smith, Wesson, Iron, Dad, and me. I grab beers for everyone and pass them out. We all sit quietly, not saying anything. Could it really be them? How the fuck have they been this close, and we not know it?
“Do we believe them?” Smith asks, looking scared, maybe even a little sick.
“I don’t know, son. Would you be willing to do a DNA test?” Iron asks.
“I mean if we want to know for fucking sure. We’ll have to. We have no choice,” Wesson growls out.
“Do you think he really didn’t know that she was out there?” Iron questions while looking at Dad.
“Honestly, I don’t know. After the crash, all I could find was that Bucky and Ross’s wives had passed in an accident. I couldn’t find anything on the daughters, so we just assumed they were with their moms. When I got back after that tour, I was ready to get out. We came back here for me to take over for my dad. Fuck, this is so fucked up,” Dad finishes, his voice sounding anguished yet exhausted.
