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I love her so much that my usual protectiveness is turned up a million times more. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t find who the fuck is after her and why.
But I’ve finally swallowed my pride and asked my brothers for help. And now it seems that lady luck, that unfaithful bitch, has finally turned in my favor.
We’re still at the clubhouse, and Teagan is working out with a few of the girls in a space in the clubhouse while I meet with Gates and Tech.
Apparently, the two have been working their asses off to find any trace of Everett and whoever shot up my store. Thomas sent over all of the surrounding surveillance videos he could hack from the day of the attack to help as well.
When I walk into the room, I can feel the excitement of Gates and Tech as they work. There are monitors everywhere you look with information and videos playing on them all. It looks like a futuristic movie scene in here.
“What do you guys have for me?” I ask, pulling up a chair to scrutinize all of the monitors more closely.
“Oh, let me tell you. We have a lot to download,” Tech says as he clicks away on a keyboard.
I settle in because the kid is long-winded, but I know what he has to say is important.
“So you’re telling me Everett took out an insurance policy on Teagan?” I question, pacing back and forth.
“Yep. It seems to be his M.O. from what I can tell.” Gates says, pulling up the image of the paperwork.
It’s crazy the amount of fraud this man has committed, and he’s still fucking broke. Trey Everett should be a fucking billionaire by now, but he’s still stealing women and gambling his money away.
“So, where’s he at?” I ask what I really want to know.
The fact that Everett has been luring young women into sex trafficking is an evil that I didn’t think he could beat until I found out he’s also had women killed for insurance payouts. The payouts are normally large, and he goes through the same insurance person. Stefani McDonald.
I guess it makes it easier when the names are completely fake, shit when everything but the dead is completely made up. I guess they couldn’t just fake a death certificate.
“We haven’t found his exact location, but we have some idea. He probably would’ve left already, but he’s most likely still recovering from his gunshot wound,” Tech responds, but it isn’t what I want to hear.
“That’s not good enough. I need to know where this motherfucker is… today!”
“Calm down, Shadow. Damn. We’ve been working our asses off. We know he owes us money,” Gates grumbles, scratching his beard.
“Fuck that money. He tried to kill my woman. He owes me more than money. He owes me his motherfucking life. And I intend to collect,” I ground out my words through clenched teeth.
It hasn’t been about collecting the debt since I held Teagan in my arms for the first time. It wasn’t just about the money anyway, it was the principle. Trey Everett tried to get over on the Sinners, and nobody lives to do that type of shit twice.
“We did get a hit on the car that pulled the drive by. But you’re not going to like this. Or maybe you will. Hell, how should I know? I mean, I think this is probably the most you’ve ever said to me since I’ve known you. I thought for the first year you were a scary ass mute. I…”
“Tech! Shut the fuck up and get to the point. All that fucking rambling.” I frown.
“My bad.” Tech looks away but mumbles, “how am I supposed to shut the fuck upandget to the point?”
“What Tech is trying to say is the drive-by was linked back to somebody we don’t particularly want to deal with. But they’re neck deep in this shit. And if we find them, we find Everett.” Gate gets to the point like I wanted Tech to do.
“Fuck. Is it the Oeste’s?”
“Nope… it’s not.”
Twenty-One
AFRAID
TEAGAN
It’s been forever since all of this mess started, and as far as I can tell, we’re no closer to finding out who was behind who took Trey, the break-in at my apartment, or whoever shot up Shadow’s store.
Well, as far asIknow. It’s not like Shane ever tells me anything. As a matter of fact, he’s been acting distant since we left the clubhouse and came back to his place. He’s been treating me like I was a fragile doll instead of the capable woman that I’ve proven to him that I am.