“Bell knows everyone here. If she can get any information, she will,” Kadence assures me. “Who did this, Kenzie?” I sit back, no longer sure I can fight it anymore. These people are my friends, even if I don’t deserve the title anymore. They have to know why Kelly is here.
Knowing there is nothing left to say, I start from the beginning, not leaving one thing out. I am done lying to my friends. They have to know. If Beau is about to do something we can’t come back from, it’s the least I can do.
Even if it means losing them all.
Twenty-Eight
Beau
“What’s the plan?” Nix falls into step with me as we make our way out of the hospital.
“We’re going after Mayor Morre.” I reach my bike and place my helmet on. “Call in T. We’re gonna need him in on this.”
“For fuck’s sake, Beau. The Warriors? We can’t handle this on our own?” He resists like I expected he would, but I know he’ll come around. Jesse, Hunter and Sy come up behind us.
“No, I want everything we can get on him. I don’t give a fuck who we call in on it.”
“Do you hear yourself right now, Beau? Just take a breath, think this through.” Jesse starts his reasoning with me, but it’s the last thing I want to do right now.
“This asshole has hurt one of ours. He has nothing on Kenz, and I’m done spending my time on this fucker. He wants to fuck with us, so we hit him back hard. Find something on him so we can end this shit.” Nix holds my stare for a minute before nodding.
“You know for sure it’s a hunch? He’s got nothing?” he questions, reminding me I still haven’t filled them in on what happened when I met with Fred in Ohio. I barely made it back to the clubhouse when the call came through to meet Mackenzie and Kelly at the hospital.
“Yeah, Ohio turned up clean. This Fred fucker was special ops. Crazy, I tell you. He and some buddies sorted everything out. You think I’m messed up? Fuck, this guy is a piece of work. Good guy, but fuck me, I wouldn’t get on his bad side.”
“Jesus.” Nix shakes his head, giving the same reaction I had. At first I was apprehensive. I mean, who the fuck just covers up a murder for one of his employees? But after finding out his past, where he came from, what his own upbringing was like, I soon understood him.
Fucker hates abusive men just as much as I do.
“Yeah, Kenzie was right. He’s got her back. Even left there with a new connection. So we’re sorted on that front.” All the guys relax a little, but I know they’ll want all the details when this is over.
“I’ll fill you in on the rest later. Now we need to find out what we can on Morre.” I kick up the stand on my bike and start the engine.
“Jesse, get back to the shelter, check the cameras. Let’s see if we can get this fucker on tape.” Jesse moves right away.
“Sy, you’re with me. Hunter ride with Beau.” Nix takes over ordering the guys and moves toward his own bike, ready to do what needs to be done.
“Later.” I give them one last nod before taking off in the opposite direction. Nix and Sy to the Warriors Prez, and me and Hunter to Tiny.
I don’t know what we will find out, if we can find anything out, but I’m not returning until we have Morre where we want him. Even if we have to make our own shit up.
The fucker is going down today.
We pull up out the back of Pink House three hours later, an illegal whorehouse just outside of town in Redwick.
“You sure you want to do this, Beau?” Nix asks one more time, climbing off his bike and coming to stand next to me.
“Yes,” I answer, done with the questions. We are doing this and fucking doing it tonight.
“So how are we playing this? We just gonna walk in there and fuck him up?” Jesse asks, coming to stand with Nix and me. Hunter pulls up in the van, followed by Sy on his bike.
When I left Nix in the hospital parking lot, I paid Tiny a visit. After filling him in on everything, he pulled his connections to see what we could find. It was unreliable to start with, but after a few calls, things become clear. Not only does Mayor Morre have connections inside of the law, the fucker also had more than his toe dipped into far worse shit.
Shit that could be traced back to the men who took Paige.
“We go in, rough the fucker up, then take him with us,” I tell them the plan again. We were back at the shelter checking over the CCTV tapes hoping to get a face on who got to Kelly when we received a tip-off from one of Tiny’s men. The tip put Mayor Morre here, getting his weekly fill with a whore named Angel.
“Are we going Red on this?” Sy asks, using our code name for taking it to the next level. When Red, Nix’s dad, ran the Rebels, jobs like these would be frequent. Something we all hated and were glad when we eventually stopped.
“We’re not fucking going Red on this.” Nix turns and points his stare at everyone, reminding them we’re not crossing any lines here.
Too late.
“If it were Kadence, would you be saying the same thing?” He doesn’t answer right away, but I watch his lips tighten. He knows we have to do this. It’s our only option. We couldn’t get a good look at the fucker on the camera, and if we have any hope of finding out who he is, it’s from Morre.
Knowing I won’t receive a straight answer from Nix, I start walking to the back door. “Are we gonna stand around playing with our dicks or we getting this shit done?” Before I reach the door and knock, it swings open, and out steps one of Tiny’s men.
“You have ten minutes. Cameras are off. But they go back on regardless if you’re out or not,” he warns looking us over.
I’m not sure who runs this place, but whatever markers they had with Tiny, he just called them in.
“What room?” I ask, not giving a fuck about the cameras. We’ll be in and out.
“One level up, three doors down on the right.” He steps back and lets us pass.
“You sure he’s there?” Hunter questions as we take the steps two at a time.
“Yeah, apparently it’s a regular booking.” Mayor Morre likes to stick his dick in barely legal pussy.
“Witnesses?” Jesse asks, wondering if interrupting them will come back to bite us.
“Tiny’s set this up. He’s not gonna fuck us over on this one.” Jesse eyes me, still not looking convinced, which only serves to piss me off. “You want out, leave now.” I give him a chance to go.
Jesse wasn’t around when Red ran the Rebels. Not to say he hasn’t crossed any lines since joining, but this shit could get messy.
“I’m not going anywhere. Just covering our asses. Don’t want this coming back on you or anyone.” He lays it out and I can respect his hesitation, but even if it does come back on me, I don’t give a fuck. If the Mayor is involved with the men who are running a trafficking ring around here, then he deserves everything coming to him.
“By the time this is over, I doubt there will be anything to come back at us with,” I tell them, not giving a fuck how out of control it makes me sound.
“Beau,” Nix cautions when we stop at the third door on the right. The pink paint is cracked and peeling, exposing the black underneath. But I give it no more than five seconds of my attention before turning to Nix.
“I got this,” I tell him, not needing him second-guessing me. With a quick nod, he kicks in the door, and we all move in.
“The hell is this?” Morre shoots up off the bed, pushing the blonde bitch riding him off his cock, and onto the floor with a loud thud.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here, boys. Mayor Morre? Fancy running into you here.” Nix trains his gun on the piece of shit who’s been fucking with us, while I step closer to him. Jesse stands at the door, keeping watch. Hunter’s at the end of the bed, his own gun trained while Sy moves toward the whore.