Page 27 of Victorious, Part 2 (The LA Defiance MC #6)

“Every. Single. Detail.” Logan’s voice is bitter. “To supervisors, internal affairs, state oversight. Every report that mentioned Rhonda specifically got buried faster than the others.”

“She’s got protection,” Luke adds. “People higher up the chain are making sure her name stays clean.”

Alpha leans forward. “How high up?”

“High enough that when we started getting too close, we didn’t just lose our jobs, we started getting death threats,” Luke replies.

I let out a frustrated laugh. “Are we talking political level here… like Governor Marshall and Senator Wilson?”

Luke and Logan look at each other and chuckle, shaking their heads in unison. “You guys really are on this ride with us. Yeah, exactly the fucking assholes who were breathing down our necks,” Logan states.

“So you went into hiding,” I conclude.

“We were forced underground,” Logan corrects. “But we kept all our documentation.” He moves to a closet and pulls out several boxes of files. “Months of reports, photographs, financial records, communication logs. Everything we gathered before they shut us down.”

I’m already thinking through the implications, but Montana finally speaks up, “Show me more,” he says quietly.

“Montana—” Alpha starts.

“Show me everything you have on Rhonda,” Montana states, his voice deadly calm.

Luke hesitates, but Logan begins to pull out additional files. Photographs of Rhonda meeting with Cartel operatives. Records of inmates being transferred at her request. Communication logs showing her coordinating with corrupt officials in other facilities.

Montana studies each piece of evidence methodically, and it’s clear he’s building a mental picture of just how thoroughly we’ve all been played. “My mother’s been in that place for years,” he says finally. “And this whole time, the person I thought was protecting her was actually—”

“Controlling her,” Logan finishes. “Making sure she stayed in line and didn’t interfere with their operations.”

Montana stands abruptly, and Alpha tenses, ready to intervene if necessary.

“I need some air,” Montana huffs, heading toward the balcony door.

“Montana, don’t—” Alpha warns.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Montana interrupts without turning around. “I need a minute to process the fact that I’ve been fucking played.”

Alpha nods and lets him go, but he’s clearly keeping Montana in his peripheral vision.

Rip whistles low. “Dudes, that’s like, a massive collection of evidence.”

“Evidence that nobody wants to see,” Logan says grimly.

I tilt my head, folding my arms across my chest. “What if somebody did want to see it? Somebody with the resources to actually do something about it?”

“Like who?” Luke asks.

Alpha leans forward. “Like a motorcycle club that’s been directly targeted by this Cartel operation. A club that has people inside those prisons who are in immediate danger.”

The twins go quiet, processing this information.

“We’re talking about stopping something that’s already killed innocent people and is about to kill more,” Alpha replies. “The question is…” he pauses and looks directly at them, “… are you willing to help us?”

Luke glances at his brother, then back at us. “What would you need?”

I speak up, “Everything you’ve got. Plus, your knowledge of how the system works… security protocols, guard rotations, communication networks. We need to know how they’re coordinating and how we can disrupt it.”

“And in return?”

“Justice,” Alpha says simply. “For everyone they’ve hurt and everyone they’re planning to hurt.”

Another long look between the twins. It seems to be their unspoken language.

“Show us what you’ve got so far, and we might have a deal,” Luke says finally.

I pull out my laptop and start showing them everything I’ve compiled. The payment trails, the communication intercepts, the surveillance footage gaps. As I walk them through each piece of evidence, their expressions grow darker.

“This is bigger than we thought,” Logan murmurs.

“How much bigger?” Maverick asks.

Luke pulls out a map from their files, marking it with red pins. “If your data is correct, they’ve infiltrated at least twelve facilities. That’s not just corruption, that’s a systematic takeover.”

“That’s exactly what we’ve been thinking, and now we know Rhonda is coordinating it all.”

“Rhonda’s a lieutenant,” Logan says. “She’s got bosses. People who don’t show up in any official records.”

I’m cross-referencing their map with my data when something clicks. “Wait. Look at these facility locations. They’re not random.”

“What do you mean?” Alpha asks.

I pull up a geographic overlay on my laptop. “These facilities form a network. Strategic positioning for transport routes, communication lines, resource distribution. Whoever planned this knows logistics.”

“Military-level logistics,” Luke adds grimly.

The room falls silent as we all process the implications.

“So, what’s the next step?” Rip asks.

Alpha looks at the Martinez brothers. “We bring you back to the clubhouse. You share everything you know with our full team. And we figure out how to take these fuckers down before they kill anyone else.”

“Including the people we care about who are currently trapped in their system,” I add.

Luke nods slowly. “All right. But we do this right. No cowboy bullshit. If we’re going up against something this organized, we need to be smarter and better prepared than they are.”

“Agreed,” Alpha says, standing up. “Pack your files. We ride in ten minutes.”

As the brothers start gathering their documentation, I can’t help but feel as if we’re finally getting somewhere. For the first time since this nightmare started, we’re not just reacting, we are building a strategy.

“Hey, Loki,” Rip says quietly, coming up beside me. “I know I have already asked, but this shit is weighing on me… think we’ll find Doughnut?”

I look at him seriously. “Rip, after what we just learned, these fuckers keep messing with us. And now they’re coming onto our property and taking our animals. So, yeah, we’ll get him back. And we’ll make them pay for fucking with us.”

Because now we know exactly who we’re fighting and how they operate. And with the Martinez twins’ inside knowledge combined with my tech skills, Theo’s help when he arrives, and Alpha’s leadership, we might actually have a chance at winning this thing.

The war just got real.

But for the first time, I’m starting to think we might not lose.