Page 29 of The Echo of Violence

Spoons spots me and brings a mug of coffee over before heading to the other side of the room when one of the other brothers calls him.

Sitting here, I get lost in my thoughts, still feeling fucked from last night. It’s not until Wizz and Kaz sit down at the table with me that I snap out of it.

“You hear everything?”

The rooms are soundproofed, but I heard enough with the door left open. “Most of it. You think she’s telling the truth?”

“Fuck if I know. Some of these bitches lie so much that even they believe it. We’ll keep an eye on her. Just stay away from her. I wouldn’t put it past her to pop a condom or two.”

“Maybe we should just send her packing.” Wizz sighs.

Kaz shrugs. “We’ve got no proof she did anything. She told Spoons she didn’t fuck you. She said you’d passed out, and she was worried, so she stayed close in case you got sick. Nothing on the video feed showed her slipping you anything. If your drink was spiked, it could have been anyone.”

With me waking up with my jeans still on, I suspected we hadn’t actually fucked, but it was good to get confirmation. “Fine. As long as she stays away, just let her off with a warning. There are plenty of other brothers that can keep her pussy filled.”

I pick up my coffee and take a sip. It burns my mouth, but I don’t give a fuck. Anything is better right now than the taste of stale alcohol.

“Problem is, though, if you were slipped something—and brother, we still don’t know if that’s true or not, but if you were—and it wasn’t Tiny, then we have a loose cannon aboard our ship.”

“Might be worth watching the feed again and checking out who else was here. We were open to the public last night, so it could be anyone.”

I think about who I came into contact with last night and who might have been close enough to slip something into my drink without me noticing. My mind drifts back to the redhead. “Check the redhead that Scooter went home with. Better yet, call the fucker up and see if he has any holes in his memory.”

Kaz leans forward. “What are you thinking? A spy trying to get info about the club?”

“If she knew anything about club politics, she’d know prospects know fuck-all about what we get up to. She’d have been better off sticking with me.”

“Maybe she wasn’t after that kind of information. Maybe she just wanted the layout of the building or to find out how many prospects we have. We won’t know what she wanted without talking to Scooter.”

“Seems a little convenient that she turns you down and you get fucked up. I’m not sure the threads all tie together, though. If she drugged you, wouldn’t she have been in Tiny’s place this morning?”

“Like you said, we don’t know what angle she was working. What I do know is she was surrounded by me, Eightball, and Splinter, and yet she chose to take Scooter home. I know I’m a conceited prick, but even you have to admit, Scooter has nothing on me.”

Scooter sure as fuck isn’t winning any beauty pageants anytime soon.

“I don’t try to understand women. Some of the most stunning bitches I’ve seen are married, and happily at that, to dudes who look like they got run over by a bus before it backed up over them.”

“Some women aren’t interested in looks.”

“Big dicks and fat wallets usually win out in the end. After all, she can close her eyes and picture whoever the fuck she wants.”

“We’re getting off track here. Call Scooter. Tell him to get his ass back here, or he’s out,” Kaz orders me.

I search my pocket and realize I don’t have my phone on me. Wizz shakes his head and pulls out his phone. He dials the number and waits, but the phone just rings. Hanging up, his fingers move across the screen before he starts cursing.

“What is it?”

Wizz looks up and turns the phone for us to see. “Fucker isn’t answering, so I used the GPS on his phone to track him.”

I stare at the screen, trying to figure out where he is, when Kaz groans.

“Fuck.”

I’m really not firing on all cylinders this morning.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to be seeing right now?”

“Scooter’s phone says he’s at the police station.”

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