Page 71 of Savage

I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with this whole mess with the Stingers. We’d gone up against gangs before, and it never ended well—mainly because they lived by a different code. They are all about survival, even if that means putting their loved ones in imminent danger.

I had a difficult time even imagining putting our women and children in harm’s way. I would rip my own heart out if it meant protecting my family, and there wasn’t a Fury brother who didn’t feel the same.

When I got to the clubhouse, Maverick and Torch were in the computer room with Bones and Wrath, and they were all leaning over Bones’ shoulder as he hammered away at his laptop. “What are you looking at?”

“Going through last night’s security feed,” Maverick answered. “Trying to see who dropped off the bag.”

“There wasn’t anyone at the gate?”

“Riley and Levi,” Torch answered. “Riley was doing rounds, and Levi was taking a piss. His back was only turned for a minute, but it was the opportunity they needed to make the drop.”

“Damn.” Riley and Levi were prospects, and they’d both been doing well. They’d busted their ass and did everything we asked them to do and more. Until last night, they were proving themselves to be a real asset to the club, and I had no doubt that this fuckup was hitting them hard. “Where are they now?”

“I sent them out back to check artillery. Figured it would keep them busy for a while.”

“Good idea.”

Bones found the drop on the feed, and we could clearly see Keshawn’s car inch by the front gate. The tinted window rolled down, and seconds later, the duffle bag went flying through the air.

We didn’t need to see it to know that the Stingers were the ones who’d tossed the bag. We were simply hoping we might be able to see something we could use. Unfortunately, there was nothing new—just the same stupid red Camaro and gang member with bad aim.

At this point, we had more questions than answers, so Maverick told Bones, “Get me everything you can find on the Stingers. I want a list of their members and where they live, their hangout, and what shit they’re into. I want it all.”

“On it, Prez.”

“Let me know when you’ve got it.”

“Will do.”

Maverick and several of the others walked out, but I stayed to see if I could do anything to help. I sat there for a while, watching as he plowed away at that keyboard, and never once did he ask me for help. Hell, he didn’t even glance in my direction. It was clear he didn’t need me there, so I leaned over to him and said, “I’ll get out of your hair. If you need me, I’m just a...”

“Hmm-hmm,” he interrupted. “I know.”

He continued to type away, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he had everything Maverick asked for and more. I’d just stepped out into the hall when my cellphone started to ring. I grabbed it out of my pocket and smiled when I saw that it was Londyn calling. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey. I wanted to let you know that Dalton and I are on our way back home. I just stopped by the clubhouse and dropped off some cookies at the gate.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, and I probably would’ve just kept driving if I hadn’t seen Rooster.” She giggled as she told me, “I told him to get them to you, but he didn’t look that eager to give them up.”

“I’m sure he didn’t. Hell, knowing him, they’re already gone.”

“Well, I hope not. I made them special... Oh, shit!”

“Londyn? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Some stupid car just pulled out and almost hit me.”

“But you’re okay?”

She hesitated, then answered, “Yes, but... He’s right on my bumper and kind of swerving back and forth.”

“What kind of car?”

“I don’t know. You know how I am with cars... Maybe an old Mustang or a Camaro. It’s red with dark-tinted windows.” A knot formed in my throat when I heard her say, “He’s flashing his lights. I think he wants me to pull over.”

“Don’t pull over.” Something didn’t feel right, so I told her, “Speed up and see if you can get rid of him.”

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