Chapter Four
“You got some nerve calling me,” Lucifer said, and the ice could be felt all the way through the phone call.
“I’m calling because we got an eyewitness that came forward.” Saint leaned back in his chair.
“A real one or someone you coerced into being one?” Derision colored his tone. “Are you about to accuse me of taking the product and money?”
“No,” Saint answered calmly. “The shooter came from the gas station.”
There was a moment of silence. “Are you saying this was a hit?”
“Someone we know planned this. They knew the location and what we were carrying, because the money was taken while we were shooting at each other.”
“A diversion.”
“Exactly,” Saint said. “I’m taking a leap of faith that you had no idea this was gonna happen.”
“I didn’t,” Lucifer stressed.
Saint heard the intensity in his voice, although he didn’t want to exonerate the Devil’s prez just yet. “Someone did. Either from your camp or mine to steal the money.”
“A traitor,” Lucifer snarled. “I can’t believe someone would have the balls to pull a stunt like this.”
“Agreed,” Saint said. “Listen, we need to keep one another in the loop. Whatever we find out, we’ll tell each other.”
“A temporary truce.”
“Deal.”
Without anything more to say, he hung up.
Leaning back in his desk chair, his mind raced.
Despite saying to share info, he kept the money’s recovery a secret.
Best not lay all the eggs in one basket.
He wanted to say the traitor had to be from Lucifer’s club, but mistrust wormed itself into his mind.
He picked up his phone once more and clicked on the video one of his men sent last night after they tailed Kira, trying to figure out if he missed something.
He had to admit, she surprised him. The woman had nerves of steel in order to swing that baseball bat, and it even made him wince when it connected to the asshat’s face.
He couldn’t see any subterfuge and her words were delivered with harsh condemnation, but it still confused him why she didn’t keep the money.
Or take some of it. So, was she wise to not fuck with the Sons, or did she have a bigger plan and this stunt was to lure him into trusting her?
Time would tell, but in the meantime, he’d send Sinn to win her over.
His brother was a smooth operator when it came to women.
Turning off his phone, he rose and headed to church. Sinn waited for him, leaning against the doorframe when he opened it. He stuck a cigarette between his lips.
“For now, let’s keep the reason why our visitor from last night showed up.”
“You really need to take the plunge and give those up completely because your mumbling is getting harder to decipher,” Sinn said, pointing to the cancer stick.
Saint rolled his eyes and led the way into church.
He watched each man enter as he took his place at the head of the table.
Sinn, as his VP, sat at his right. Usually, only the ranked members attended, but this was a special occasion.
Saint needed to see all their faces in order to spot someone who looked guilty.
Long shot, considering he didn’t even know what he was looking for.
Shame? Bluster? Nervousness? Shit, they all knew he was about to yell at them, so there goes that.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it in the trash.
Once everyone was in attendance, he banged the gavel to start the meeting, and then tossed it so it clattered loudly on the wood. “What the hell happened last night? Accidental stupidity? Sloppy mistake? It was a shitshow, that’s what it was. A complete fucking shitshow!”
The room was deathly silent. Shame flitted across Wrong Way’s face, while the others looked pissed or worried. It was hard to get a read off any of them.
“Lucifer blames us for the attack,” he continued. “Thinks we’re trying to start a turf war.”
“Seems like the Bone Breakers gained everything,” Cas muttered.
“You think they took the dough and the smack?” Snow asked.
“If not them, then who?” Cas asked back.
“We should send a fucking dose of dynamite to their base,” Warden spat. “Eliminate them once and for all.”
“I’m not getting into measuring dicks until I know exactly what went down,” Saint said, studying Warden closely.
Although he was supposed to be there, a bad case of the shits caused him to miss the midnight meeting with the Bone Breakers.
Cas ended up taking his place and got shot for the effort.
Saint had to admit that diarrhea made an excellent alibi.
He hated searching for subterfuge on the faces of his men.
“Who fired first?” he demanded. “Cas? Wrong Way? Sinn?”
“I don’t know, Brother,” Sinn said, pitching his voice low to pretend shame.
“All I heard was a gunshot, then an all-out war started,” Cas replied.
Wrong Way shook his head. “I don’t know either.”
“Are we going to retaliate?” Jade, his road captain, asked.
Noise erupted with a choir of agreement from everyone. Saint banged the gavel to restore order, and everything quieted down almost immediately.
“This is what’s going to happen,” Saint intoned. “Sinn is going to check if there are any cameras in the vicinity that might give some intel. No one is going to do anything to the Bone Breakers without my express permission.”
He saw most didn’t like that directive.
“I’m going to personally handle Lucifer,” he said. “If I find out he had something to do with this, then we’ll take up arms. But for now, I want to find that fucking money and learn who shot first.”
He banged once more, ending the meeting. The men grumbled as they left the room.
“Close the door,” he told Sinn after the last man left church. “Thoughts?”
Sinn hopped onto the table. “Honestly, a case of the runs would be a good way to cover any tracks.”
“I thought the same.” Saint leaned back in his chair. “Fuck. It can’t be him.”
“It shouldn’t be any of them.” Sinn ran a hand over his face. “I don’t know. I’m having trouble reconciling the thought that any one of those men out there is a thief.”
“Same.”
Sinn leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. “I’ll do some background digging. If you’re going to betray the Sons, there has to be a reason.”
“Good point,” Saint replied. “Start there, but don’t forget about trying to fish more information out of our late-night guest.”
“I’m already working up an appetite.” He rubbed his belly and grinned when Saint rolled his eyes.
“Fuck her if you need to.”
“I was already planning that, Brother.”