10. Dax #3
“Let’s call a meeting of the minds,” Wes suggested. “I finally got word back from her teachers and hacked into the school’s database to pull her submitted work for the school year. It’s not at all what everyone was led to believe.”
Eagle pulled out his cell and sent out a text, calling the others back to the house. They left earlier that day to deal with an issue at one of the garages. It’d been broken into and vandalized. It seemed one or two Mad Dogs still lived and weren’t at all happy with how things turned out.
“When are you calling Church?” Void asked. “The Saints are getting restless and want to be informed of what's really going on. The rest of us have been telling them to shut up and wait, but that’s not gonna last much longer.”
“Tonight, we’ll have our meeting. Then we’ll have everyone gather in the clubhouse at eight o’clock sharp. I want everyone at this meeting, Void, women included. Cam and Wes can watch the kids at the daycare while we chat,” Eagle instructed.
Cam’s head snapped up from where he’d been reading something on his phone. “Hey, why the fuck are we watching the kids? Aren’t we part of this?”
Eagle just looked at him almost as if he was waiting for him to figure out the answer on his own.
“What?” Cam asked, exasperated.
“Why do you need to be part of the meeting when you know everything that’s going on?
You’re not a member of the Phantom Saints, and I’m not sure I want them knowing you’re an FBI agent,” Eagle explained.
“We are a group of one-percenters. We do illegal things all the time and having a Fed wandering around freely might freak them out.”
Cam seemed to take a second to consider that and nodded. “Fine, but Dax has to be with us too. She isn’t part of the Saints either.”
Getting up from the couch, I walked over to Cam as he turned to face me. “Funny thing about that… part of the meeting is to see if I’m voted in, so I have to be there. Guess you’re gonna have to deal with the rug rats all on your own.”
“Wait, what?” Wes demanded. “You’re a woman?”
“Glad you remembered. I wasn’t sure since no one’s checked in the last few days,” I quipped. “Look, I didn’t put them up to this. BigFoot approached Picasso, had enough of the crew backing him up. It had to be put to a vote by the leadership.”
“What if they say no?” Cam asked, cocking his head. “Does that mean you can’t live here?”
I let out a bark of laughter. “You’re only asking that because you’re tired of sleeping on an air mattress in the same room as Wes.”
He shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy for trying to better his situation.”
“If they wanted to get rid of me that easily, they lost their chance a long time ago. Now these assholes are stuck with me,” I informed them all.
Eagle and Void both had big dopy smiles on their faces.
“Forever, you forgot the forever on the end of that statement,” Void pointed out. “Because there isn’t a chance in hell we would let you leave.”
Cam caught my arm and spun me around so my back was to his chest with his arms wrapped around me. “As long as you’re fine with the baggage she brings along with her.”
The guys chuckled at that, but the conversation was derailed as the others arrived. Cognac looked pissed, which was highly unusual for him always being my happy-go-lucky-glass-half-full man.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling out from Cam’s hold.
Cognac just shook his head and went right for the refrigerator, where he grabbed a beer. I turned to Sprocket, who took a seat at the breakfast counter, looking subdued. When my gaze shifted to Picasso, my brows rose at seeing the look of rage on his face.
“Okay, someone needs to talk and tell me who I’m stabbing,” I ordered. “What the fuck happened?”
Picasso met my gaze as he spoke through clenched teeth. “They left us a present at the scene.”
“What? I thought this was the Mad Dogs retaliating?” Eagle questioned.
His brother let out a huff. “Yeah, that’s what we thought too until we found this.” Picasso pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Eagle.
Quickly he opened it and pulled the letter out and scanned it quickly. “Show me.” Eagle snapped.
“I won’t show it to you, no one needs to see that, but I’ll tell you what reminder they left for Demitri,” Picasso said before taking a shaky breath. “It was her ears.”
“Who’s ears? Elena?” I asked, snatching the letter out of Eagle’s hand.
It seems you are no longer useful to me, Demitri, with how little information we’ve gotten from you as of late. I think you’ve forgotten what it is that I still hold in my possession, or do you not care anymore? Possibly you need a reminder, so I’ve sent one along.
How many more pieces of her can I keep cutting off before it becomes something she can’t afford to lose?
If you want this to end, then keep up your part of the deal.
Two Tricks is planning something. Rumor is she’s coming to me.
Get me information on the plan, and your sister will keep what is still attached to her body.
P.S. I couldn’t decide which one to take, so I sent them both.
Diego De León