Chapter Six
Sinn knocked on the door to Saint’s office and waited for his brother to bark out permission to enter.
While on club time, he always acted respectfully to his prez.
While on brother time, he liked to rile Saint up because it was so much fun.
Closing the door behind him, he sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
“Talked with several men and all confirm that War was shitting his intestines out.”
Saint leaned back. “Who’s next to investigate?”
“I’m going to look into Wrong Way. See if his dropping the duffel bag really was a mistake.”
“All right. Does it make me a shitty prez by hoping he’s the traitor?”
Sinn lifted his hand and did a so-so hand wave. “But I get where you’re coming from. You’d rather have it be him because you haven’t known him as long as the others.”
“Exactly.”
“I also went to see Kira.”
“Anything?”
Although his brother tried to act casual, Sinn saw interest spike through his eyes.
“Her boss is teaching her how to box.”
One eyebrow raised. “Box, as in fists?”
“Is there another type of boxing that can be taught?”
“Smart-ass,” Saint grumbled. “I can’t see her as a professional boxer. She has no muscle tone, she’s skinny as fuck, and far as I can tell, no strength.”
“Maybe it’s because someone is stalking her.”
Saint sat up straight. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah, she accused us of going back on our word. Seems like someone was watching her last night at her apartment.”
Saint was quiet for a moment as he processed this. “Seems odd that she recovers our money, beats up her coworker’s boyfriend, and someone happens to spy on her.”
Sinn blinked. “Uh, say what now? Who did she beat up?”
“When she left, I had Dagger tail her,” he said.
He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, scrolling until he found what he searched for, then handed it over. Sinn took it, and when he hit the play button, he watched Kira kick ass with a baseball bat. When the video was over, he played it again.
“I see the boxing worked on the bitch’s nose. Is it wrong this gives me a hard-on?”
“Everything gives you a hard-on,” Saint replied dryly.
“You have to admit, she has good form. Must’ve been sparring with her boss for a while.”
“Why do you say that?”
He paused the video and held the screen up to Saint.
“Look at her face. This is rage, but not the normal kind of being royally pissed off. This is the face of vengeance. She’s seeking justice for some perceived wrong.
I bet you anything this gave her a sense of emotional satisfaction by making this particular asshole pay a price for whatever, or whoever, it was that brought on that vengeful fury. ”
Sinn handed the phone back.
“Thank you, Sigmund Freud. Going back to the diner tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Her words gave me bad juju.”
“If you stop her Peeping Tom, maybe she’ll start trusting us.”
“Maybe,” Saint said. “However, I think pigs will fly before that happens.”
****
Muted music drifted from the front of the clubhouse, signifying another party.
When nothing was happening the next day, he allowed the men to have their fun.
For a fraction of a second, he thought about joining them, but the thought of a hangover didn’t appeal in the slightest. If he was completely honest with himself, neither did fucking one of the club girls.
Nothing wrong with them, he just wasn’t feeling it.
He reached for his phone and brought up the video of Kira, trying to understand her motives.
He just couldn’t wrap his brain around her integrity because he wasn’t sure he, himself, would’ve given the money back.
Was she working with someone who wanted to bring the Sons down? The thoughts kept churning through his head, including what Sinn had said about someone watching her. What if it was just another ploy? A way to make them think she was vulnerable? He had to know.
Rising, and without second-guessing himself, he grabbed the keys to the pickup truck and headed out the back door. Minutes later, he was driving toward her apartment, wondering if he was out of his fucking mind. She was a chick who did something nice. Or did she?
Everything was on a slippery slope sliding into his jumbled-up thoughts.
When he arrived at her street, he pulled over and turned off the engine. He’d had Dagger pull up her address, so he knew which balcony was hers. Minutes drifted by and his thumbs played a drumbeat on the steering wheel. Why the fuck was he wasting time with this chick?
Fucking hell. He was an idiot.
Still.
He stayed until the early morning light.