Page 89 of Property of Fang
“I know.”
THIRTY
FANG
Loki crosses the yard,ruffling a hand through his hair as he walks to shake out the indents from his helmet. I lean my shoulder against the doorframe of the barn, arms folded over my chest while I wait for him to approach. Circus wasn’t the only one I tasked with a side-quest for the day.
“What did you find out?”
He stops a few feet from me and immediately slings his thumbs in his pockets, stance wide. “Enough that I think we ought to let Chaos know what you’ve uncovered.”
I lift my chin, narrowing my gaze to urge him to continue.
Loki sighs. “There’s truth in what both of them said,” he states, referring to Matty and his sister, Danica. “The girls they employ are legit workers, most made redundant when the law changed. But there’s an element to it that leans toward what the Devil’s Breed are doing in town.”
“Such as?”
He walks past me to retrieve a drink from one of the many fridges dotted around the barn’s communal space. “Danica still wants to start a brothel. She’s been sniffing around the girls who’re still unemployed to gauge interest.” He cracks the top ofthe can and then joins me, standing in the wide doorway. “No word yet on where they think they can set up this operation, but she’s got ties with Smoke already.”
“How’d you know?” I study the side of the man’s face, his eyes hard, jaw even harder.
“Because Fleur overheard her on a call with Acid.”
“She sure it was him?” Fleur—the woman he talks about—was one of the more popular girls at a strip bar on the highway, which changed hands and cleaned up its image after the new laws passed. The kind where you used to be able to get a happy ending with your beer and nuts. “There can’t be any doubts about it.” Nice girl, but separated enough from the shady parts of the business that I’m not positive she’d confidently know the Devil’s Breed MC vice president’s voice.
“She saw the name on Danica’s phone before she picked it up.”
“The idiot has him saved under his fucking road name?” Rookie move.
He huffs, raising his eyebrows in agreement, before taking a swig of his drink. “Probably servicing the fucker as part of the deal.”
“Likely.” I run a hand over the back of my neck. As suspected, the roots of the tree run deep. What we’ve seen already are merely the branches that’ve caught the sunlight, the true mass of the operation yet to be uncovered. “What do you think her involvement with him is?”
“Not sure.” His thumb taps the side of the can. “Acid’s a tough one to cross, but he’s still whipped by Smoke. Whatever business she negotiates, he’s likely to be aware of it.”
My gaze drifts to the clubhouse, dark and imposing against the backdrop of sunlight glancing off wet ground. “You think Jenna might have heard a thing or two through her old man?”
Loki turns his head to look at me. “Possibly from her time working in their joint before she was shipped.”
I sigh.
“You want to ask her, or should I?” Loki narrows his gaze.
I glare at the fucker. “She’s my responsibility.”
“And yet you’re out here doing what exactly?” He stares me down.
“I just put the truck away. Thought I’d check the tires before I finished up.”
Loki lifts an eyebrow.
“Fine. I’m avoiding her.”
“Why?” He frowns. “What’s she done to you?”
“What makes you think it’s any of your business?” I snap.
Yeah, I’m still sore about finding him on the porch with her that first night. Still sore about how her shoulders visibly relax when she interacts with him.
