Page 35 of Rebel
Chapter Ten
Rebel
“How long are we going to wait for something to happen?”
The only thing surprising about that question is that it hasn’t come from me. Beast is pacing at the end of the table where the rest of us are sitting.
The rain is coming down hard outside, beating against the windowpanes in a relentless rhythm.
I’m not the only one who walked in soaked to the bone. A pitfall of riding a bike over driving a cage.
Beast is dry because he has been going from the hospital to Elegance and the clubhouse, so has been using his.
“Why do you think we’re here?” Nero asks, sounding pissed at being questioned.
I’ve not had the same argument with him because something happened today, something he’s only mentioned in a separate text to me after he called church.
Through Blaze’s cloned phone, he intercepted a message. Kivisto contacted Wallen. It’s not a direct route to Storm, but Wallen is workingbetween the two men, so it’s something. It might not satisfy Beast, or me, but it’s a step in the right direction.
“When it’s done, he’s mine.”
“Why?” Razer asks, his brow furrowed and eyes tracking Beast, who stops pacing and looks up at the question.
Nashville makes a little sound and taps the table, looking away. What the fuck is this all about? And do I care?
“He attacked one of my dancers.” Nero is looking at him now, too. “I’m pissed,” Beast waves a hand and takes his seat.
“Blaze,” Nero says, drawing all the attention away from Beast.
Except for Nashville, who is still studying him. He knows something. When I’m not all caught up in whatever this is, I might ask him what it is.
“Kivisto text Wallen this afternoon about what to do,” Blaze says. “He’s been hunkered down in the hotel for days now and is getting frustrated.”
“What did Wallen say?” Beast asks impatiently.
“Hold tight. I’ll set a meeting time and place soon.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Fury asks. “Is Storm meeting him or just Wallen?
“I won’t miss anything that comes in.”
Nero watches Blaze, his veins will be ninety percent caffeine by now. He won’t trust anyone with this job unless he’s forced to.
The sound of someone running up the stairs draws all our attention.
Fury is on his feet and drags the door open, his hand going toward his holster. It’s one of the brothers. He whispers something quietly to Fury, not looking at us, church isn’t a place for people not on the council. Fury frowns and thanks him.
“Tell her to wait.”
Tell who to wait? Fury closes the door and looks at Nero.
“A woman came in claiming to have seen someone outside. He says she’s that artist from the church?”
My head snaps up, and I push my chair back. As the VP, it makes sense for me to handle this so no one looks concerned by how quickly I get out of my seat and round the table.
There are a few brothers still here, the ones on rotation for guard duty tonight, and a couple extra because the council is all here.
Kinsley is standing in the center of the room, a puddle forming underneath her feet and her fists clenched inside the sleeves of her black coat. At the sound of our footsteps on the metal staircase, she lifts her chin and her eyes lock on mine.
