Page 56 of Menace

He had to employ all his skills to appear to be oblivious while he listened and seethed with rage.

“Okay, I’ll do that. In the meantime we need to have her watched, pick up her routine. I agree the parasite is worth money, we could possibly put it up for auction. I’ll move forward with the biker and deliver him to Pablo. Once we have their little club on their knees we’ll not only have their routes we’ll have their women. There’s some money to be made there. Our contact will have the pigs look the other way while we take over. I want to…”

She went silent, listening and nodding while he had to battle to hide his rage.

Leaning against the driver’s door of the truck he pretended to be disinterested, pretending to be playing on his phone. Thank fuck he had put his phone on record before he walked out the studio. He just hoped it was clear enough for Byte to work with. His prez had to hear this, it was important for the club, but even more important for him personally. The bitch was going to abduct Joney and sell her and her child. Even though he was sure the kid wasn’t his he would protect them. What the cartel slut wanted to do was unacceptable.

When she finished her call he ended the recording and tapped to open his messages. Pretending he was reading a message he forwarded the recording to Byte and Maniac. Before sliding it back in his kutte pocket he deleted the recording, he didn’t want it sitting on his phone just in case she got her hands on it. The bitch was digging in her purse when he looked up, when she noticed him watching she smiled, dropped her phone into it, then shook her head and took it out again. Her purse was unzipped when she came to him. He wondered if she was going to try and lift his phone, she had to know it wouldn’t work.

He didn’t give her a chance to say a word.

“I’ve been called into the club. I’ll drop you off. I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you because this shit is gonna cause problems with my president. Best thing for us is to forget about their fuckin’ bullshit and move on. I’ll call to let you know when I’ll be able to come over.”

Coming up to him she plastered herself to his front and he glanced to where his brother was watching, gave a tiny chin lift before gently moving her away from him.

The process took minutes from start to finish.

She was smooth, very fucking smooth, he had to give her that.

“As long as you let me know you’re okay,mi amor.”

Again with the fucking endearment, it made him want to puke. She gave him a fake soft look he very badly wanted to slap off her face. It would be a first for him, slapping a woman. But this slut…she made him wish his mama hadn’t raised him to be a good man.

Making a big show of dropping her phone in her purse she closed and zipped it up. He helped her into the passenger side got behind the wheel and took her home. He didn’t get out when she did, just nodded when she waved at him and with hips swaying walked to her house. He had his burner out, destroyed the sim card then pulled his extra burner from under the dash before she even reached the steps. He sent a quick message to Byte on his backup phone.

Burner compromised, kill it. Now.

The bitch must think they were fucking morons.

He had felt the way she pressed the phone she had taken from her purse to his chest, right over his phone. It was smooth the way she did it, pressing, releasing and dropping the phone in her purse. All he could do was play it safe, pretend he didn’t know what the fuck she was doing. He knew. This wasn’t his first rodeo. Hacking his phone would give her nothing. There wasn’t sensitive information on it, no passwords, no photos, not even the texts between him and her. The little there was had been saved to the sim card and he’d destroyed it. Byte would do the rest.

His brother was on it and her hacker would find nothing. He could imagine how pissed off she was going to be when she realised the phone was a bust.

He drove like a bat out of hell back to the clubhouse. Constantly checking his rear view to ensure Breaker was still with him. The brother took care of security at the club and had volunteered to take his back today. He was glad it was someone experienced just in case the cartel tried to hit him.

Driving down the long driveway to the clubhouse he breathed easier. Parking the truck on the far side of the garage he called Mouth and another prospect over.

“Clean it, inside and out. Everywhere.”

In case the fucking thing was bugged he put a finger to his ear in warning. The prospect instantly caught on.

“Got you, Lucky. It will be fuckin’ gleamin’ inside and out once we’re done.” Mouth winked as he caught the keys Lucky threw at him.

Fucking mouthy prospect.

If there was a tracking device or a bug they would find it, remove it and give it to Byte to destroy.

He couldn’t be too careful. The cartel whore could have planted all sorts while he had driven her around. It was one of the reasons he never answered calls while he was driving.

A frowning Breaker was waiting for him and they walked into the clubhouse together.

“What was that shit at Ink’s place, brother? Looked like the brother lost his shit with you.”

Lucky nodded with a sigh.

“He did and he’s goin’ to have my ass for it. Bein’ a dick to the woman was the only play I had to fake out the cartel slut. It wasn’t the place to explain shit to him. I don’t know if the slut bought it but I’m hopin’ she did. Shit’s goin’ to get real, brother. You’ll hear when I report to Prez.”

Breaker nodded and stayed silent as they walked to the office.

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