Page 41 of Torching Vixen
“Then know that I trust we are safe with him, and I need to know what the fuck he was doing there,” Vixen advises.
“Why?” I still don’t like this. Obviously, I recognize him from our time in captivity, but Vixen knows him? I’m beyond confused.
“He is supposed to be dead. Ice shot him for not doing what they wanted him to do when he was a prospect. He was good to us, tried to protect us and make sure that Fire and Ice or who-the-fuck-ever was there didn’t take shit too far. I fucking watched him die,” she patiently says.
I take deep breaths because, in trusting her, I must trust that she knows what she’s talking about. I also could not imagine having someone that I thought was dead reappear in my life. Not only that, but if he kept an eye out for my girl, then I need to live by my words.
“Fine, let’s do this,” I say, taking Vixen’s hand and heading for the conference room.
Once all the officers are there, Dad brings the impromptu meeting to order.
“You said all you wanted was a chat, so here we are. What do you want to know?” Prez asks.
“Vixen and Vice—”
“Edge. Her name isEdge,not fucking Vice,” Razor growls out.
“Excuse me, Edge, you guys knew me as a prospect for the Snake Bite MC.” Vixen and Edge both nod. “The reason I was there was to infiltrate the club so I could find out how and where they were sending the girls they were trafficking.”
“Wait, what does that mean? Are you a cop or narc?” Pretty Boy asks, looking concerned.
“No, not really. I am an informant with the backing of the FBI. Only because three years ago, my sister was seeing this guy named Oliver, he was a smooth talker and came from money. We, on the other hand, were poor. She had thought that she had won everything. Then, she went missing six months in.”
“So, what, you didn’t file a report and just started trying to find her on your own?” Coin asks.
“No, I went to the cops, the FBI, everyone I could think of to try and find her. They wouldn’t touch it because, lo and behold, Oliver was the son of an immensely powerful man. I decided then if they weren’t going to help me, I was going to help myself. I started fighting and caught the eye of Oliver, who was looking for a new bodyguard. He pulled me in, and it only took me about a year to become his head of security. This gave me access to all the information about his skin trade. His records were meticulous. I was able to track my sister to one of his new stockyards in Georgia. That’s what Oliver called the places he kept the girls.” He looks down at the table.
“Moose, I am so sorry,” Edge says, going to him and pulling him into a hug.
“Let me get through this, or I won’t be able to,” he says with so much heartbreak in his voice, it’s palpable. Edge takes a seat by him, keeping his hand in hers as he keeps talking.
“Oliver set up this new stockyard in Tennessee without talking to the O’Malley’s—”
“What the fuck?” Several guys mutter. The O’Malley’s are not a family you fuck with. To set up a new business in another mob boss’s area without speaking to him first is like signing your own death warrant.
“Exactly, everything was going well, and then Oliver was approached by Fire and his club saying they wanted in. Oliver asked me to go undercover to find out if they could do what they said and make sure everything would go under O’Malley’s radar smoothly. It did, for a few years, until Oliver went after the princess of the O’Malley family. Now Oliver is dead, Fire is dead, and I’m no closer to finding my sister, and all my leads are gone,” Moose finishes, looking down at his hands.
“So, what does that have to do with our club?” I ask, feeling for this guy, but we aren’t in the skin trade and never will be as long as I live and breathe.
“When Fire had you guys taken, you were kept in one of his stockyards. Did you see a small woman like this while you were there?” He slides a picture across the table toward us.
Smith and Wesson see it first and look at each other before looking at Prez. I know that look. They know something. Prez gets ready to ask them what the fuck they are grinning about when the door is practically ripped off the hinges.
“Having secret meetings without me? I’m so sad,” Duck holds his arms out wide.
We all stand and go to him, pulling him into hugs and congratulating him for being home. Mystery man clears his throat to get our attention, and we all take our seats again, with me pulling Vixen into my lap so there is an extra chair. Duck turns and talks to someone behind him.
“These are my brothers. You’ve already met some of them. Don’t be worried. We are going to help you,” Duck says before kissing whoever it is on the head.
“Okay. You trust them, and I trust you,” the woman says.
When Duck turns back around, stepping out of the way, I see Little Red, who helped us from the cages, standing there. She looks around the room, gasping at the same time Moose launches to his feet.
“Moose?”
“Ruby?” They move at the same time, embracing each other.
“Well shit, Duck. Your new woman is the missing sister,” Coin says out of nowhere.
