Page 92 of Menace

Lucky gave him a single nod.

“That’s bullshit. This kid is Latino, that’s about all I can say about him. I don’t see a thing in his face or build to say he’s yours.” With that he moved the photos on to the next man.

When they eventually came to him he used one finger to move them along, he didn’t want to look at them again. They finally ended up back with his prez who stopped swinging and once again laid them out in front of him. He looked them over with heavy concentration then sat up and lay back in his chair.

“For those who don’t know, Lucky started as a hangaround with the club when he was eighteen years old. That means I’ve a fuckin’ good idea how a boy of his would look. At eighteen our brother was already six five and was weighing in at just under two hundred pounds. And the fucker was still growin’. His younger brother Remy was the same. I know his family, his father is a big fucker as well, I’ve had dealings with his uncles and I have to agree with Iceman, this boy doesn’t look like our brother or his family, both sides of it.” He held a hand up when mumbles started. “But, sayin’ that, genetics is a strange thing, we’ll need DNA to know for sure.”

Dive jumped right in before their prez could say more.

“If all she wanted was to let him know he has a kid I would have been there with you, Prez. But that’s not what the bitch wants. She wants Lucky to go to Mexico with her to bring the boy back here. And no, she did not give us a location for the kid.” He smacked Lucky on the back. “If my brother thinks we’re goin’ to let him out the gates with that piece of work he’s makin’ a huge fuckin’ mistake.”

Breaker picked up from where he left off.

“She came ready to seduce him to follow her out the gates. Standin’ there showin’ enough tits and ass to turn most men’s heads, but not ours. We were onto her the moment we walked into the holdin’ room. It started with the fluttery eyelashes and false tears as she tried to manipulate him into doin’ what she wanted. The bitch wasn’t happy when we told her to leave. Dive got a number we can call to let her know our decision. Made it clear it wasn’t up to Lucky, that it would be a club decision. That pissed her off so much she almost showed her hand but she pulled it back and left our brother with words that would hurt if what she was here for was true. Told him not to let his bad feelin’s towards her keep his son from knowin’ his father and his family. It was fuckin’ low, sayin’ that shit to him.” He shook his head. “I honestly don’t think the kid is Lucky’s.”

Byte tapped the table and pointed at the screen. He had the photos up, again in chronological order and enlarged. But he had done more. Below the photos he had photos of Lucky when he first came around the club, at parties as a prospect, another of the night he received his patch and a few others as he aged.

God, he had been so fucking young and stupid.

Byte’s voice pulled his attention back and he listened as his brother explained.

“When I became a prospect it was well known that computers were a big part of my life. So I was given the job of scanning and uploading all club photos and important club documents to a secure location, so in the event of a disaster we wouldn’t lose them.” He smiled. “I like order so I created folders for each brother and then uploaded the relevant photos to their folders. It means all I had to do was click on Lucky’s folder and it was all there. Grave’s old lady took shit loads of photos and documented almost every single event at the club back then. She still does, but with the advent of phone cameras we have so much more. But I’m gettin’ off the topic.”

He looked at Lucky and gave a small shrug.

“I hope you don’t think I’m stickin’ my nose in your business brother but I’ve sent the photos to Ghost to run through a couple of programmes she’s developed. She’s going to compare his photos to yours and to a couple of your family photos she was able to access, if there are any facial similarities the program will flag them. As soon as she has somethin’ she will get back to me. She did warn me it might take a while, like we’d only have results by tomorrow mornin’ at the earliest.”

Fuck. Could he wait that long?

What was he thinking? Of course he could, he hadn’t known about this shit for sixteen years so a few hours more or less won’t make any difference.

Looking at his watch he felt his gut clench.

It was after six already.

By now Harper was going to know he was ghosting her.

Maniac tapped the gavel on the table and silence fell.

“We’re goin’ to break for dinner and for those of you who need to get your smoke fix in. It’s six now, I want us back here at the latest seven thirty. We’re sortin’ this shit tonight. I want suggestions on ways to extract the kid if it’s proven that he’s one of us when we get back to the table.”

He tapped the gavel on the table and there was general scramble to get out of the room.

He pointed at Lucky when he tried to stand and with a sigh he sat down.

Dive, Breaker, Ren, Grave and Byte also stayed behind.

When the door closed behind the last man Maniac turned to Breaker.

“I want the holdin’ room swept for electronics, security stepped up and patrols increased. Make sure the off the grid cameras are monitored around the clock. Reach out to Viper, let him know the on grid cameras around the house are goin’ to go dark. They need to reroute those and link them to the off grid computer. And it has to be done now, I want it done as fast as possible. I will be sendin’ Magic to help him set it up and patrol the grounds.”

Dive was next.

“You stay on Lucky. The two of you don’t leave the compound, not unless it’s an emergency and then not without a fuckload of firepower.”

Lucky met his president’s angry eyes when they turned on him.

“I know you’re worried about your ol’ lady, brother. But we both know she’s safer if you’re not seen with her. I know she’s goin’ to be pissed at you and you’ve only just started gettin’ shit sorted between you, but the safety of her and her boy has to be at the top of our list. The cartel doesn’t know she’s yours or that the boy might be yours. Let’s leave it like that for now.” He blew out a breath, looked at Grave then back. “Don’t call or text her until we’re sure it’s safe to do so.”

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