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CHAPTER

NINETEEN

Brick

“I don’t want to make this call,” I growl out, looking at Banshee who’s sitting across from me in my office. “Not at all.”

“He’s gotta know, Brick,” Ban replies.

“Fuck. I swear, ever since we became aware of those motherfucking fundamentalists, it’s been one fire after another. Would be nice to just be for once, ya know?” I ask.

“Probably not our lot in life, Brother. We’re bikers, for fuck’s sake, so there’s always gonna be someone who wants to piss in our patch and try to take us down.”

“But why now?” I mutter.

“Someone saw us is all. Dragon’s doing damage control, and Wrecker’s helping him, remember?” Banshee questions.

Angling my eyes up to the ceiling, I release a stressful sigh. “Yeah, but still, I’ll feel better once Kracken, and Moira are home.”

“Then make the fucking call.” Knowing he’s right, and I can’t put this off, I glance down at the offending device and take a moment to compose myself.

He leaves my office and I pick up my phone, sighing the whole time. There are times when I wonder if it wouldn’t be better to just walk away from all of it. Naw… a bad day in my world is still better than the best day in the civilian world as far as I’m concerned.

“Are we in danger? Is Moira in danger?” Kracken asks me.

“Not exactly,” I retort, still a bit pissed at his initial tone. Granted, it’s early as fuck, so it’s likely I woke him up, but still, he needs to remember who I am and who he is in the scheme of things.

“Brick,” he pleads. “Tell me what’s going on? Is it Lynchburg? Her parents? What?”

I sigh again, my fingers drumming against the wood of my desk. “Both, actually. Once we got the information from her parents that she was meant to be a breeder in their cause, we decided to take them to Lynchburg and let Dragon do his thing on all of them, her parents included.”

“Not seeing a problem with that, Brother,” he replies.

“So, we took them, along with Grim and a few of his guys, of course,” I start.

“Let me guess, Rael wanted to play too?” he asks.

“When doesn’t he?” I snarl. I like the brother, but sometimes, I think he enjoys his ability a little too much. “Anyhow, Dragon created his illusion, so all the women and children left with minimal memory of why they were there. Then he had each of the fuckers there, including her parents, turn on one another and take each other out. Rael and Grim reaped their souls, so voila, no cleanup. Easy, right?” I question.

“But it wasn’t,” he whispers.

“No, no it was not,” I growl out. “Seems the women who escaped had just enough memory that they went straight to the police and filed complaints. We were already headed back home when we got a text from Hawg letting us know that the news was reporting that a ‘mysterious group of men’ helped ten women and forty kids escape an abusive situation. The problem is, there’s not a thing left of those assholes for the cops to interrogate, of course, so they’re saying it’s obviously a case of mass hysteria.”

“I’m not seeing an issue,” Kracken admits.

“Normally, it wouldn’t be, however, remember the shit that our Cedar Creek brothers dealt with? Seems some of the men in those agencies are also members of the Fundamentalists of the Communion. When they got the news, they suspected that Dragon and his crew might’ve been involved.”

“Again, I’m sure y’all put something in place for an alibi,” he says.

“We did, this isn’t our first rodeo, asshole. However, right now, Dragon and Wrecker have been arrested on suspicion of being mass murderers. Technically, they’re right, but with no bodies at all, it’s hard to prove. Plus, Hawg and Beast, with Selah’s help, have been laying down a bunch of false trails. Normally, that’d work, but these fundamentalist fuckers knew which women were there, so the agency folks are raising a huge outcry.”

“Are y’all getting Dragon and Wrecker out?” he asks. “What do you need me to do? Bust some heads? Send in an anonymous tip? Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

I’m not sure he’s gonna like what I’m about to request, but it needs to be done. “Come home. We gotta have y’all home, Krack. I need all my people under one roof because I can’t take the chance that they’ll find out you’re out on your own and come after y’all.”

“We’ll hit the road today, Pres,” he replies.

“Safe travels. I’m sending Ban, Scythe, and Butcher out to meet up with y’all once you text to tell me you’re on the way.”