CHAPTER FIFTY
Sean
Layla is going to be the death of me with photos of her fucking underwear laid out on the bed.
I’m gonna take her every fucking way I can tonight.
Jake and I have just finished giving Kai the info we found out about Gator today, which was basically nothing.
Jake’s lead ended up being a dead end, and the safehouse we thought we might track Gator down to did have Disciples members in it, but none of them were him.
We couldn’t even risk busting in and questioning the ones who were there, because we didn’t want them to know we were even watching them.
“This is a long game,” Kai says, noting the address and adding it to the list in his phone as the majority of us sit around the table in the chapel.
“We’ll put that place on rotation and we’ll just keep watching,” Wolfe adds from the head of the table. “That’s all we’ve got for today. I want everyone to have fun tonight and cut loose a little.” He turns and looks at me. “When are you getting that delivery?”
I look at Kai for direction.
“Mason’s heading to the Barracuda to get him now.
” Kai mentions an escort house in Lakeside—one we know the Wretched Souls hang out in, and where we know for a fact Alexander Ramos will be tonight.
Jake might be a shithead but he’s got good connections with other MCs and street gangs, and he’s rarely wrong.
After having the deputy sheriff and Kai on it all week, we’ve found Ramos and now Layla will get her closure.
Jake leans back in his chair. “Flip is already shitfaced and we get to lay a beatdown? This night is looking up.” He smiles wide. The table chuckles.
“We aren’t giving Frankie a body to worry about tomorrow,” I tell them. “He got me the first bit of intel as a personal favor, not a club one.”
“What about body parts?” Kai grins.
I shrug. “We’ll see.”
“Your girl on her way?” Jake asks, taking a swig of his drink.
“Coming with two of her friends, yeah.”
“Fuck, is one of them the blonde from the bar?” Kai asks like an eager fucking dog.
“I think so.”
He pulls a smoke out of his pack. “Fuck yes, it’s a good day, boys.”
“Alright, let’s go have a drink with Flip.
” Wolfe snaps the gavel down and we all stand as another photo comes in from Layla.
This time she’s fucking wearing the red lingerie I picked out, and my dick instantly twitches.
Her perfect tits spilling over the top, mixed with her shiny copper waves and pretty pink lips, are enough to make me change my plan entirely.
I push through the clubhouse door, my mind already made up.
I snap a photo of my best grimace and send it, telling her to call her girls off.
I’m gonna need to fuck her before the night even gets started.
I haven’t even made it to my bike when my phone rings. I pick it up, only waiting a split second to speak as I tuck it between my ear and my shoulder, but I freeze when I hear a muffled scream and a man’s voice.
“I had to get to you before they got to me …” I hear him say.
She cries out my name once and then I’m muting the call so whoever is there can’t hear me but I can hear them, and I’m on the back of my bike before my brain even has time to think.
Ramos. He’s gotten to her first, and I wrack my brain trying to figure out how and why. My mind races and my hands flex as I ride, and by the time I reach her street I’m ready to fucking gut him for thinking he can just show up and threaten her without his certain death following.