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Chapter 13

Stone

D umble, our chapter’s Vice President, cracked open his beer and tipped the brown bottle toward the rest of us brothers in attendance. “We all know who wants first dibs on the spineless pussies who took her.” He nodded toward Mordy and then to me. “Thing is, we have to be certain who that is before we go in guns blazing. A war is going to start; that’s clear. It’s inevitable, but we have to know we’re going after the right people.”

“How much clearer do the angel wings need to be? It was the Angeloffs,” I said in an angry fury.

“Maybe, or perhaps that’s who they want us to think it is, Stone,” Mordy pointed out something I should have seen to begin with. He was right. Shit. We had no idea who had her or where she was.

“Just got off the phone with Mihkalov. He’s fucking pissed,” Viking announced, smoking like a freight train as he entered the room. “Told him good, so are we.”

“How do we know he didn’t do it?” Wisenheimer asked the question on all our minds.

“He’s on his way here now. Says he wants to help.”

“Because people don’t set traps for other people. Fecking really, Viking.” Mordy’s fist pounded the table. “Us waiting around is a waste of everyone’s fecking time.”

“Mordicus, I know you care about little one, but right now, this is the only thing we have to go off of.”

“If you say so, but it isn’t.”

“Really? Enlighten us then.”

“The Falbos have a hideout of sorts two towns over.”

“For fucks sake, Mordy! Why are you just now mentioning that?” I yelled his name so hard my throat burned from the force.

“Until tonight, I didn’t think any of you had an interest in the BDSM club, but who am I to judge someone else’s kink. We were supposed to keep our eyes open and report anything of importance. I saw a few of them hanging around there a while back but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.”

“They own that? Since when? Are you sure?” Dumble asked.

“Aye. Might not own it, but they are frequent flyers. I was going to bring it up today but got held up delivering éan back to the nest.”

“Do you think there’s a chance they have her there?” Viking put his cigarette out in an ashtray only to light another.

“Who knows, but I’d gladly go check it out instead of sitting on my ass waiting for the likes of Damien Mikahlov, especially if that fecker Andrei is with him.” After our last run-in with Andrei, Mordy wasn’t his biggest fan.

“Might not be a bad idea to check out, Prez,” Dumble weighed in.

“Go ahead. Keep your phone on.”

Mordy nodded as he got to his feet and glanced toward me. “You ready to get the family back together, Brother?”

Of course, no one else knew what in the hell he was talking about, which wasn’t anything new, but this time, I actually understood him…kind of.

Fuck it. I decided to speak his language, “Yeah, let’s have a family reunion. Bring the girls, and I’ll bring my piece.”

“Remind me to call before I ever go to their kink house,” Dumble said when he thought we were out of earshot. We weren’t, and I didn’t give a damn what he thought. I almost understood why Mordy spoke in riddles part of the time. People’s reactions were fucking hilarious. If the circumstances were different and Bird wasn’t missing, I would have had so much fun fucking with Dumble.