Page 96 of Peak’s Code

“Yeah, I sent over a few prospects since she looked harmless enough,” Ruin said.

"What happened when she saw the prospects?" Captain asked.

Ruin answered. "She ran."

Captain leaned back in his chair. "At least she’s smart enough to run when she sees a few bikers coming to question her." The room chuckled, but Warden didn't.

"We caught her,” Warden said. That bit of information erased every smile in the room.

Captain slowly looked toward his Enforcer. "You brought her here?"

"No,” Warden said.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"Locked in the storage room at the warehouse,” Warden said.

Captain pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please tell me you had a reason to hold her."

"She wouldn't answer questions,” Warden defended. Captain knew that his Enforcer liked to interrogate people, and when they didn’t tell him what he wanted to know, he got creative.

"So your solution was kidnapping her and locking her in the warehouse?" Captain shouted.

"We detained her to ask a few questions. We didn’t kidnap her,” Warden insisted.

Peak laughed. "Do you hear yourself? Keeping her locked up is kidnapping, asshole." Warden shot him a glare. Captain held up one hand before the argument could start.

“So, you told her that she’s free to go then, right?” Captain questioned.

“Um, no,” Warden breathed.

"Did you at least get her name?" Captain asked.

“She says it’s Jezebel.” The name meant absolutely nothing to him, but then again, he was sure that she had given a fake name.

"How about her background? Do we know anything about this woman?" Captain asked.

Warden looked toward Peak. "That's why we called church." Captain watched Peak work from the other side of the clubhouse. Two laptops sat open in front of him, a third screen displayed enough numbers and code to give Captain a headache, and a half-empty cup of coffee sat beside Peak's elbow. Captain's gaze dropped to Peak's kutte hanging over the back of his chair. The new officer patch was stitched across the front. HACKER. Captain smiled. He couldn't help it. Months ago, he'd sat across the table from the stubborn bastard and asked him to help protect the club, and Peak's answer had been immediate. I'm not your hacker. Captain had told him they'd fight about it tomorrow, and Peak had pointed at him and complained that Captain kept saying tomorrow. Captain had promised that one of those tomorrows, Peak would lose the fight, and it turned out Captain had been right. But then again, he usually was.

Peak looked up from the computer. "What?"

"Nothing,” Captain said.

"You're staring at me."

Captain's smile widened. "Just admiring the patch."

Peak glanced toward his kutte. "Don't start."

"I didn't say anything,” Captain defended.

"You don't have to,” Peak grumbled. Captain laughed.

"Seems like I've heard that somewhere before."

Peak narrowed his eyes. "I agreed to take the position. I didn't agree to listen to you gloat about it for the rest of my life."

"Should've read the fine print,” Captain said.