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“As you know we had a one on one chat with Camel Toe Man after Nathaniel’s sudden demise.” He and Theo share a smile. Which is only a little bit creepy and won’t rain on my parade.
“He was very forthcoming with his information.” Theo looks at Joe across the table. “Poor man was led to believe that he’d be let go if told us what he knew.”
“Oh, what a horrible misunderstanding,” Joe manages to say with a straight face.
A chuckle sounds out and it’s only after looking around the table that it hits me. The noise is coming from Justice. He leans forward, dropping a kiss to Joe’s crown as she grins up at him.
“Awwww,” Loyal whispers from her place beside me.
“Anyway,” Jay says, back to business. “There were 23 casualties at the Keep and Damian told us there were another five at the church where you found Nathaniel and Camel Man.”
Noise breaks out again as everyone celebrates, only for it to be cut short by Theo diving across the table and banging the gavel.
“Ah, sorry Prez,” Theo mumbles, gently handing back Dex’s gavel. “Um, as I was saying, that doesn’t really put a dent in Ashfall’s army. From what Camel Man told us, we’re looking at a congregation of around 200.”
“Holy shit,” Vex whispers.
“How thefuckdid they rebuild so fast? There weren't even that many people in Eden’s Keep,” Saint adds.
“They were building before Blanche,” Jay offers simply, then shares a look with Theo.
“Royal Landry had children with women outside of Eden’s Keep. A lot more.”
“More Sages? Jesus,” TumTum mutters under his breath and I glare at him. He grins back, unapologetically.
“These kids, they gonna be a problem?” Dex asks the important question.
“At least one of them is Ashfall’s prophet. The others all seem to be on some sort of council from what I can tell.”
“Them keeping the same Eden’s Keep setup is helpful,” Vex says.
“In what way?” Flack asks, intrigued.
“We already know how they work. We have inside knowledge,” Loyal replies.
“Yeah? But so do they.” Omen adds and we all sit in uncomfortable silence.
He’s right. Ashfall seemed to know how the MC worked. Some of them knew our names, our roles. We might think we know them, but they know us as well.
Sniper taps his finger on the table, our attention on the quiet VP. “They’re not the only ones with eyes on the inside.”
“Meaning?” Dex asks, brow raised.
“Meaning, I know a guy.” Sniper holds Dex’s gaze until Dex huffs and relaxes into his chair.
“Well, I'll be damned. Touché, motherfuckers.”
I sit back in my chair, dumbfounded but not shocked. A small smile plays on my lips as I remember the exact words Damian used in the SUV with Nathaniel.
“Game’s on.”
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I lean against my girl as I wait for Sage. With the cloud of a fucking mole hanging over our heads we figured we may as wellraise two middle fingers to Ashfall and cut up like only an MC can. Which is why me, I’m leaning against my bike, waiting on my woman.
“Coming!” Sage calls, jogging my way, hands in her lush hair, pulling it back with a hair band.
There’s a small strip of skin showing between her tank top and her jeans and what I wouldn't give to run my tongue over that spot. Just not now, in front of her uncles and my brothers and our Prez. Or her delinquent friends who are grinning at me, humping the air.
