Page 50 of Bounty
“Striker, Goose?” he grouched, grabbing a Barrett rifle from the bag and laying it across the chair. “I told Outlaw the situation. He understands your position and in solidarity wants you two to split the guns and ammo left in this duffle between your two clubs.”
Striker spat on the floor. “Keep those fucking guns. My chapter’s not into all that. We’re fine with our nines and thirty-eights.”
Desmond and Dolph shifted and pressed their lips together. Their yearning gazes called Striker a fucking liar, but they remained silent, staring at Cash’s assault rifle.
“Goose,” Cash gritted. Throwing shade with that one word and a side-eye was a fucking art. “There are two more Barretts in the duffle. I’ll have someone disassemble them for your easy transport. They’re MRADS.” He nodded to his. “Not the M107 like mine.”
“Outlaw told me you were a sniper in the military,” Dad said.
Cash nodded. “I was. Now, I’m the club’s sniper and bomb tech.”
A few whistles went up. I hated my own admiration. Cash was an arrogant fuckhead.
Cash pointed to the bag. “Riker is already aware of the munitions.”
“Exactly my fucking point!” Striker blared. “Munitions? That has to do with fucking combat! A combat package or some shit.”
Dad snatched the toothpick out of his mouth and pointed it at Striker. “Didn’t I just confirm the motherfucker is former military? Makes sense he’d use that term, fuckhead.”
Folding his arms, Striker glowered but shut the fuck up.
Cash glanced at his watch, then his phone. As if on cue, it rang. “Talk to me,” he answered.
“The phone that sent the video pinged from a tower near a warehouse close to the Colorado River,” Stretch said, on speakerphone. “It’s the same tower Effie’s phone pinged from before we lost the signal.”
“What’s the address of her location?” Cash demanded, a vital piece of information I wanted badly.
“We’re searching for cameras around where the phones pinged, Cash,” Stretch answered. “I can send a general location, but you don’t want to give us away by searching the area.”
“I hate it when you’re right.”
Stretch laughed. “Deal with it, fuckhead. Fair warning, Outlaw isn’t happy. He didn’t know we took Fee.”
“I’ll call him,” Ophelia promised.
“He said I should’ve taken you with me, babe. Sent you to Josh if you didn’t want to come to the club.”
“I had to see to Daria. I’ll make him see reason.”
“Call Meggie,” Stretch said. “She’ll calm him down. Tell her that her favorite sister-in-law wanted to meet her favorite author and we couldn’t deny her.”
Ophelia giggled. “You’re so silly. I’ll talk to her so she can calm my brother down and remind him of how crazy with worry he was when she was kidnapped, and also when I was stabbed.”
That startled me.
“Don’t bring that up, Ophelia,” Stretch said quietly.
“Yeah, don’t,” Cash added flatly. “I’ll regret Noah’s easy fucking death for the rest of my fucking life.”
“At least you got to participate,” Stretch complained.
“Are you two fucking insane?” Despite the snickers amongst us, Ophelia sounded appalled. “Arguing over, er…over…”
“Fucking a motherfucker up for fucking with you?” Cash supplied.
“Yep,” she said with a sniff.
“I only beheaded him. Johnnie would’ve cut little chunks out of him.”
