Page 84 of Bonded By Christmas
There’s a bit more back and forth, and Wilder hangs up.
Lacey frowns, pushing up to look at him. “Is everything okay?”
Wilder’s eyes fall shut as he curses under his breath. He takes a few centering breaths, and the little omega climbs off my lap and over to sit with him.
He wraps his arms around her and glares at Callum over her shoulder. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was technically going to let them live if they left the fight without a problem…” Callum offers a chagrined smile. “Only, I forgot to call Malachy, and I’m guessing he went ahead with the contingency plan we put in place.”
“You blew up an entire wing of a shitty little motel in your quest to murder those guys and destroy their bikes!” Wilder snarls, making Lacey jolt.
Her eyes widen, and she hugs Wilder like she has a hope in hell of holding him back if he decides to toss himself across the back of the car.
“It’s the middle of winter in Boston,” Callum says. “It was a stupid move on their part to bring them. And secondly, I made sure not to blow them up outside of the warehouse.” He shrugs. “That was Malachy’s idea about how to send a message, but I made sure they were nowhere it could be tied back to us.”
“Oh, yeah?” Wilder growls. “Unless the fucking feds decide to track their whereabouts tonight!”
“That would be highly unlikely, when they had a meth lab in their hotel room,” Callum says, sounding exasperated. “And yes, my guys helped Malachy ensure no one else was staying on that side of the motel. They also controlled the size of the blast, so don’t worry about innocent people being caught in the crossfire.”
“This is a fucking nightmare, and you know it,” Wilder hisses.
Lacey pushes up on her knees, burying her face in his throat.
My nose twitches.
She’s dumping out soothing pheromones, but they don’t seem to be helping at the moment.
“If anything, the feds will start looking into their home chapter in Florida. I’m betting the cops assume they were trying to find a buyer to build a pipeline. We have no connections to drugs. Sure, maybe they came to bet on a fight, but whatever they were up to tonight had nothing to do with them goingboom. If we do take any heat…” He shrugs. “We can lie low for a while. We have the perfect excuse. No way we could be out murdering MC members when we’re locked inside our sweet omega safe and sound at home.”
“I think I’m having a stroke,” Wilder mutters, rubbing his forehead.
If Callum had all that set up…
I squint, trying to feel him out in the bond. He blocks me off immediately, which tells me all I need to know. He was never going to let the remaining guys walk away after the fight.
Not under any circumstances.
He would have put something much less elaborate in motion if it wasn’t a guarantee that he was going to act.
If nothing else, I imagine he would have called in an anonymous tip to Boston PD about the meth lab. If he went that route, one of them could have talked. Taking them out completely probably was the safer option.
Still, he should have let us in on the plan. At the very least, we could have helped coordinate logistics.
This is why he’s a loose cannon.
He puts his mind to something, and that’s that.
He better be right that this won’t come back on us. If this shit causes any trouble now that we have Lacey to protect, I will gut him myself.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Wilder
It’s rare that I get angry to the level I’m pissed at Callum. He’s never shied away from being honest about who he is, so I can’t exactly blame him for being himself. My frustration is compounded by the fact he didn’t even think to let me in on his plan. What if I’d had one of my own in motion?
I have several contacts at various police departments across the city. They were passed down to me from my fathers, but I’ve also managed to cultivate a handful of my own. The one major benefit of the new police commissioner is that he ran his campaign on the promise that organized crime in Boston was a thing of the past. It’s a load of bullshit, and anyone who’s anyone knows as much, but we’ve used it to our advantage more than once.
The man loves things tied up in a nice little bow, and I’ve heard from multiple sources that he’s instructed the district stations not to dig too deep when an easy explanation can be found.
