Page 156 of Menace

“What are the odds he was planted on us? I know it sounds like I’m paranoid, but, think about it. Why would he go through the hangaround stage, get to be a prospect then fuck it up the ass? It makes no sense. What was he offered to rat on the club?”

“Let’s find out.” Breaker walked into the cell and tapped Ren on the shoulder then tipped his head towards the door.

Ren joined them in the passage and Lucky shared his suspicions. After listening intently the brother went back into the cell.

“I’m sure you heard Lucky takin’ care of our other problem. How about you tell me what I want to know and avoid my brother takin’ his rage out on you?” His voice was cold but reasonable voice.

“Fuck you! Fuck all of you. You think you’re so fuckin’ clever, it was so fuckin’ easy gettin’ close. Your club is quick to beat up good men because of your slutty bitches, but not atmyclub. We took Gear and his men in and they gave us what we needed, a way to take you down. My club is goin’ to take everythin’ from you, even your bitches. We’re gonna sell them to your enemies and they’re gonna wish they were dead like you. Go on, kill me, you pussies. My club is comin’ for you. I’m…” Ren shut him up with a fist to the temple.

“You were right, brother. Nice catch. We should have fuckin’ killed Gear and his gang of fuckers when we had the chance.” He turned to look at the stupid fuck slumped in the chair. Suddenly Ren’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head. Leaning close he inspected the rat’s face carefully.

“Fuck me, how did we not notice this shit?” He asked softly as he waved them closer.

“Check that nose and chin, reminds me of Killer Ross. This little fucker is a Ross. I would bet on it.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Breaker swore as he stepped closer, grabbed the bastard’s hair and jerked his head back.

“We had a fuckin’ Grave Robber inside our club.” Bates snarled as he leaned close. “He’s been here long enough he’s added to the information Gear gave them. The changes we made after we kicked those fuckers out, the location of some of our new safe houses, every-fuckin’-thing he’s been trusted with. We can’t kill him, not yet anyway, we need information from him.”

Ren crossed his arms over his chest and stepped back.

“I want him cleaned up and once it’s done I want him moved to the secure cells. No prospects anywhere near him. I’ll assign brothers to watch over him. No junior patches either. Prez is goin’ to want to handle this one himself.”

Lucky stared at the fucker in the chair, wishing he could have just ripped his head off. He was a no good fuckin’ Grave Robber, a bastard who ratted out the brothers and had led the dead motherfucker right to his old lady. He found it hard to let go, to let the bastard live just because they needed to know what he knows.

“Lucky, brother, I see what you’re wantin’ to do and you can’t. You can’t kill the mangy fuck. He’s too important. Not because of who he is, that’s not it, it’s about what he’s given the motherfuckers. He’s been here long enough to have given them a lot of information. Our defences, our security, our patrols, some of our routes, there are so many fuckin’ things we’re goin’ to have to go over and change. Be ready to be called back sooner than expected. There’re goin’ to be changes startin’ tonight.” Ren stated, gave the fuck in the chair one more look and walked out of the cell, giving orders over his shoulder.

“You’re with me, Lucky. Break, brother, stay with Bates and help him get the fucker situated. Once you’re done meet us in Prez’s office.”

After a last glare at their rat he followed Ren.

It was time to fill Maniac in about what they had found. It was also time to put plans into place to protect their people and their businesses.

They had to ensure those who were vulnerable were protected.

He growled softly. His old lady and son would be counted among the vulnerable. At least he had brothers on them and once he got home he would be reaching out to his Cajun family. He suspected his cousins were still in the area cleaning up Los Rojos stragglers. Not all of them had been killed or arrested.

It was going to be a long process to secure their compound and the brothers’ houses. He wasn’t sure they had a lot of time in which to get it done.

The rat would have been in contact with the Grave Robbers right up until he was caught. The minute he went silent they would know he had been made.

Maniac was the one who would be dealing with the mangy bastards.

They would most probably blame the club that Killer Ross and Scurvy West, their VP and one of their patch members, had been executed by the FBI. And now they had one of the GR’s family members in their cells.

If he was important to their president, Robber Ross, it meant they had a bargaining chip.

Walking to their president’s office all he could think about was getting home and securing his family. He had already sent texts to Lure and Rider to be vigilant. He trusted the brothers implicitly.

But he wanted to get home and see to them himself.

His family.

Every time he thought about it or said those words it started a possessive fire in his chest.

He had a family, an old lady and a son.

Even with his knuckles all busted up and blood splatter on his clothes and boots all he wanted was to go home. To be with them, to protect them.

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