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I walk towards the SUV that Angel had been about to get into. It takes some manoeuvring, but I get in the back seat with Angel still clinging to me. I was getting concerned, but as her sister didn’t seem to be, I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the fact that I had Angel in my arms.
Who’d have thought that she’d find her way back to me after all these years.
Chapter 4
Maverick
Ilook up from my screen when there’s a knock on the door, and Mamba looks in. “Hey Pres, you got a minute?”
“Sure,” I motion for him to enter. He takes a seat in one of the chairs opposite me and hands me a folder.
“Information on the property next door. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Spook had me doing some work for him,” he tells me as I open the file and start reading.
“No problem. His work takes precedence. I’m guessing the sale next door has gone through?”
“Yeah, it has. I couldn’t find anything that we need to be worried about. They seem legit. This will be their second business. There wasn’t much information on the woman called Fiona Mondeother than she’s their cousin. Although from social media posts that I’ve found from the younger girls, and there weren’t many, they call her aunt, and their mother mentions her sister. You never see her face in any pictures, and her driver’s licence picture is a little hazy. Makes me wonder how the fuck it got through. But they’re from Shadow Haven, so maybe call Maestro and see if he knows them.”
Taking my time, I read through all the information Mamba’s found. I have to agree; my interest is piqued as to why there’s not more information on Fiona Monde.
“Thanks Mamba. I agree that something's fishy. I’ll give Maestro a call and find out if there’s anything we need to be concerned about.”
Mamba pushes up from the chair and ambles out of my office. Man of few words, that one.
I go through the file one more time before reaching for my phone and pulling up Maestro’s number. He’s the president of the Queens Wraiths, and until around 2012—maybe 2013—they were major players in moving guns between the United States and Canada. We never dealt in guns, so I wasn’t interested when he called me back when they decided they’d had enough of the outlaw life. From what I understand, he spoke to Glacier over in the Kings of Anarchy, and they took them over. It makes sense—they’re closer to the Canadian border than we are.
I know most wondered why two of the biggest one percent motorcycle clubs ended up within five hours of each other, but we were allies and none of our businesses crossed.
The Kings were all about guns and underground fights, but they also had legitimate businesses. They grew medicinal weed and ran a ranch that turned a good profit.
Whereas we cleaned money for most criminal organisations. We also earned big from the mercenary side, but because of the nature of the business, we kept that quiet. Those that needed us knew how to find us.
“You got Maestro. What do you need, Maverick?”
“Hey man, how’s it hanging?”
Maestro chuckles. “A little to the left brother, what can I do for you?”
“I need some information on a family that comes from near you guys.”
“Yeah? Who are you looking at and why?”
So fucking suspicious. But if it had been my town, I’d also want to know.
“The family is Monde, they have a small farm and garden centre. A bunch of women have bought the property next to ours and are opening a garden centre here. Same name as the one by you.”
Maestro chuckles, “You’re good. They’re not a problem family, wild as fuck though. Their brother is a fucking phenomenal mechanic, we’ve been known to consult with him on projects.Their mother is a hippy, but I should probably warn you that their dad used to be a Marshal.”
“Huh,” I hum as I think about the information he’s given me. “Used to be. You think he’ll be a problem?”
“Doubt it. He’s retired,” Maestro replies. “He’s a good guy unless you fuck with his family. Then, well, duck and cover. The man is nearly seventy, but I wouldn’t like to test him. As long as his girls are safe, then you don’t need to worry. He’s not a dick and he’s worked with the underbelly of this world, so he knows what both sides of the world look like.”
“Fuck,” I groan, tilting my head back. “I should have bought that property.”
“Probably,” Maestro laughs, “It’s not like you can’t afford it, you rich fuck.”
“Fuck off,” I grunt, making him laugh harder.
“You have nothing to worry about, but I’d warn your brothers not to get handsy with those women. Jake trained them in all sorts of self-defence, and I’d hate for a brother to get butt hurt because one of them puts him on his ass.”
