Page 108 of Menace

If they were hiding his woman on the water they were the ones who would know where to look. The family controlled everything on the water. No one could move without them knowing about it.

With that bit of news it was as if he could breathe a little easier.

Not much, but a little better.

Magic and Bren came through their surgeries and the surgeons declared them stable but serious. Both were in ICU and none of the brothers were allowed in.

Only family was allowed entrance.

Lucky smiled when Evie barged her way into Magic’s room claiming to be his fiancée.

His brother had fucked up so bad with that girl but here she was, when he needed her, right by his side.

He hoped like hell once this was over the two would get their shit sorted. Talk to each other about how things had gone wrong so badly.

Magic had fucked up, and not a little bit either.

Hopefully it wasn’t too late for them to put the past behind them and look to the future.

As he walked out of the hospital his mind turned to finding his woman and his boy.

Nothing else mattered.

THIRTY ONE

Lucky

Present Day

Standing at the back of the clubhouse he watched the river slowly sliding past. It looked deceptively calm, but it hid nasty currents that could drag the unwary to their deaths.

If the alligators didn’t get to them first.

He hadn’t been able to sleep and had wandered around the clubhouse most of the night. When the sun rose he had come out here to breathe in some fresh air. Air free from the stink of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and all the other smells that permeated the common room.

His cousins had arrived in the late afternoon and had left to do what they do after getting an update from him and Maniac.

Bastien, or Bas as they called him, had his dogs with him and he had gone to the safe house to get an item of clothing to give them Harper and Ry’s scents. He didn’t like that his cousin was going to be digging in her dirty laundry but it was necessary. The dogs needed their scents should they come across it in their search.

Marcel and Valentin, or Val, had assured them they would soon have leads to follow. They were going to work a few of their contacts to see what they could get out of them.

Val had told him the bastards would’ve had to go through their contacts to be given permission for the use of the waterways. All they needed to do was ‘persuade’ them that it would be healthier for them to start talking, and the sooner the better.

He hoped like hell his cousin was right because so far they had nothing.

Today Byte was going to let their contacts know she was under club protection because she worked at Ink’s tattoo studio.

He would also let it be known that she belonged to the Maingarde Syndicate. The idea that she belonged to Dominick pissed him off so it was better not to think about it.

With a deep angry growl he went back inside and poured another coffee. The way he’d been chugging it down all night meant he was fucking wired. Making his way back to his office he sat down and sipped his brew. He didn’t really pay attention to the noises in the clubhouse because his mind was occupied with Harper and Ry and how she was holding up. The tap on his door brought him back to the present.

Mouth stood in his open door and the man looked worried.

“Uhm, can I talk to you, Lucky?”

He didn’t say a word, just gestured to the chair in front of his desk. He watched as the young prospect nervously took a seat.

“I…I just wanted to say I’m sorry I didn’t notice. Flag bein’ a traitor, I mean.” He shook his head. “I worked side by side with the fucker, how did I not recognise he was a rat? I should have picked up what he was doing and now I feel responsible, Boss. I should have realised…”

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