Page 33 of Rattler’s Revelation (Demon Dawgs MC: Las Vegas #6)

The common room is noisier than usual. The kids are on sugar highs thanks to the pancakes and syrup.

However, the adults are just as loud. Everyone is still on a high from the adrenaline rush from the previous night’s rescue of twenty-seven women from the Keepers of the Third Reich.

They were a white supremacist group trafficking women.

We learned they were in the process of establishing other groups across the country.

While the Demon Dawgs still needed to locate and exterminate those groups, we know other Chapters will handle the heavy lifting.

We’ve done our part. We killed every single one of the bastards.

My phone dings with an incoming text. Pulling it out of my vest, I glance at it and grin.

The text is from Chloe Davenport, who owns the construction company building our subdivision, letting me know she’s spending the morning on site.

While I don’t have anything to discuss with her, I know I won’t let the opportunity go to waste.

Chloe impressed me when I interviewed her for the project, and since that day, my feelings for her have morphed into so much more.

“Spock,” Rattler calls out, interrupting my thoughts of Chloe.

His woman, Bianca, and Rafe’s nephew, Randy, make their way to the breakfast buffet.

I’m not entirely sure about their relationship, but it seems like Rattler, who seemed like a perpetual loner when he was a prospect, is now part of a trouple.

“What’s up?” I ask the former prospect.

“I want to show Bianca and Randy the neighborhood and pick out a lot for us to build a home,” Rattler says.

I look at him with surprise. “The three of you want to build a home?”

Rattler nods. “The three of us. We’re together. Is that a problem?”

I shake my head. “Of course not. It seems fast. Didn’t you just meet Bianca a couple of days ago?”

Rattler grins. “Yeah, but I knew she was it for me almost from that first meeting. I felt a connection, you know? She’s mine. Well, ours. So, can we pick out a lot, or do we have to wait for the others to select? I don’t know the rules.”

“You’re a member now, so you can pick whenever you’re ready.

I’ll meet you over there and show you which lots are available.

The construction crew has already started on Puma’s house, and they’ve laid the foundation for Chill’s.

Wildcard and Dice have selected their lots.

No one else has placed a claim. Viper and the single guys said they aren’t ready. ”

“See ya over there,” Rattler says before joining Randy and Bianca at the buffet.

After finishing my breakfast, I stop at my office to grab my copy of the plan, so I can note down which parcel Rattler selects.

Rather than walk across the highway, I climb onto my bike and cross the road.

Puma purchased the acreage across the street from the clubhouse so we could build a private subdivision for our club members.

He got the idea from Dante, who is doing the same on the land behind their clubhouse.

The rumor is that Tally, Dante’s Old Lady, refused to live in what she called a frat house.

Dante reluctantly agreed and came up with a solution that kept him close to his club.

They are now living in their house, just in time, since they are expecting their first baby.

I park my bike near the area designated for the future playground.

Dismounting, I glance around until I spot Chloe standing with her foreman.

She’s wearing her usual uniform of jeans, work boots, and a polo shirt boasting her company logo.

The hard hat she’s wearing makes her look ridiculously adorable.

I want to tug on her ponytail and kiss her senseless while she’s wearing that hat.

She flashes a brilliant smile when she spots me.

“Spock! I’m glad you stopped by,” Chloe says.

“Is there a problem?” I ask.

“No, I have some good news. We’re finishing up a project south of here, which means I’ll have another crew available to work on this site, if you want. I know you have two more members ready to go.”

“That’s excellent news. Dice’s architect has already submitted the plans for their house.

Once they get the approval, they’ll be raring to start.

I have another member coming over to select his lot today,” I say, glancing up to see Rattler leading Bianca and Randy across the highway.

Puma is following him. He has Mal and Elina clutched in his arms.

“Has the county approved your request to build a walkway across the highway?” Chloe asks as he watches them cross. “I know the highway doesn’t get much traffic, but…”

“It’s much too dangerous for the kids to walk across,” I finish for her.

“We know. I’ve submitted the request. I’m going down there after we finish up here to follow up.

Our request is for a tunnel rather than an overpass.

We don’t want to broadcast the connection between the subdivision and the clubhouse.

I know we can’t keep it a secret, but the fewer who know, the better.

After we build the wall around us, we hope people passing by will think this is just a gated community. ”

“How are you doing, Chloe?” Puma asks when he reaches us. He gazes at his home, where several workers are busily working.

“I’m doing well,” Chloe says with a smile at Elina and Ma, who are each wearing hard hats. “Did you guys come over to check on the progress?”

“Yeah!” Elina shouts. “I want to see my room.”

“Me, too!” Mal adds.

Puma grins at the two kids before taking them into the chaos. Chloe shakes her head as the workers stop to fawn over the former NBA star and his pint-sized cheerleaders.

“It’s a good thing he doesn’t visit every day, we’d never get the house done,” Chloe says.

I spot Rattler coming towards us, so I spread out my copy of the map so he can see which plots are still available. After introducing Rattler to Chloe, I review the layout with him while Bianca and Randy listen. Chloe steps away when her phone rings.

“Most of the lots are on cul-de-sacs, but we still have a few lots available on the main road and near the park. As I mentioned to Rattler, only four lots are claimed. You can choose any of the lots, but I prefer you stick with the lots closest to this area rather than further back in the subdivision.” I point out the area I’m talking about.

Although we’ve mapped out all the lots on paper, we haven’t pegged them yet, which will make construction difficult.

“Not a problem,” Rattler says. “I want to be in a cul-de-sac, if that’s okay with you two?” he asks his SOs.

Bianca glances at the map and then around the property before she points at one lot. “I like this one. It backs up to the park, but gives us privacy. It looks like it will be peaceful.”

“That’s a good choice,” I say. “Wildcard selected the lot next to it, and I know Viper likes that cul-de-sac, too.”

Bianca grimaces, causing Rattler to wrap his arm around her. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure how I feel about living next door to my boss,” she says.

“You won’t be working at the casino forever, will you?” Randy asks. “Once you finish school, you’ll find another position.”

“That’s true,” Bianca agrees.

I lose track of their discussion when I hear Chloe’s voice rise in alarm.

“What hospital is he in? What do you mean he refuses? Okay, okay. I’m on my way.”

Chloe ends the call and whirls around. She stops short when she finds all of us staring at her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“My father was attacked at another site. He was doing a walkthrough, and someone hit him from behind. He refuses to go to the hospital. I’m sorry, Spock. I need to take care of him. I can’t believe they’ve escalated to violence.” I don’t think she meant to voice the last part.

Puma straightens and snags her eyes. “What do you mean? Who are they and what have they been doing?”

Chloe looks lost, but she takes a deep breath. “Someone has been sabotaging my work sites. They’ve been vandalizing equipment and stealing supplies. I thought it was just kids, but now I’m wondering…” She shakes her head. “I can’t think about that right now. I need to get to my father.”

“You aren’t going alone,” Puma says. “Mount up.”

I climb on my bike while Chloe rushes to her truck. Puma and the others race across the street and disappear into the clubhouse. A few minutes later, several bikers flow out of the clubhouse to mount their bikes. We fall in behind Chloe as she leads the way.

We pull into the parking lot of a bank under construction.

I spot the familiar sign for DC Construction.

Chloe slams the truck into gear and hops out, rushing into the building without closing the door of her truck.

I shut it as I follow her inside. The building looks to be complete.

Tarps and a few tools are lying around, but the structure is complete.

Chloe calls out and then ducks inside a room when someone responds.

Inside, we find an older man lying on the floor.

He’s holding a rag to his forehead. There is a quantity of blood on the rag, which doesn’t bode well.

Head wounds tend to bleed a lot, but the dazed look on the man’s face tells me that he could have a concussion.

“Dad, what happened?” Chloe asks, kneeling next to him. On the other side is someone I recognize from Chloe’s crew. He must have been the one to call her.

“Declan was touring the site when someone hit him from behind,” he explains to Chloe. “I found him like this. He’s refusing to go to the doctor.”

“He won’t have a choice,” Puma says. “I’ve called for an ambulance.”

Chloe sends him a grateful look.

“Who did this?” Chloe asks.

“Who do you think? It’s the same person who left that,” the man says, nodding at the wall behind us.

I turn to find someone has written a message. The message, in bright red paint, sends a chill down my spine.

“Next time it will be you bitch!”