Page 70 of Property of Yak

“It is.”

“Hey, man, my name is Yak. I’m with the Oakheart chapter.”

Swift chuckles. “I know who you are. Now tell me what kind of favor Yooper’s little brother needs. It must be good if you’re calling.”

“Something like that,” I mutter, shaking my head.

“Well, are you gonna spit it out, or are you going to make me ask?” Swift asks.

I take a deep breath. “Things with the club here aren’t great right now. There are some things going on, and we don’t know who to trust. We need an outsider’s help. Someone we know who isn’t playing sides.”

“Well, fuck me sideways. I didn’t see this coming,” he huffs into the phone.

“Neither did I,” I say without thinking about it.

“You need me to clear members?” he asks quietly.

“If you can. That, and I have a few other names that need looked into.”

“Consider it done. Yooper’s a good one and doesn’t deserve this type of shit. I’ll send a link to the burner phone you’re using, and you can send over the names of who you want me to look into. It’s secure. No one can hack it,” he promises.

I raise my brow and look around. “How do you know I’m using a burner?”

Swift laughs. “Brother, you think I don’t track all unknown numbers? You’ll hear from me soon.”

He hangs up before I can say anything, and I shake my head. Yooper warned me Swift was legit, but for some reason I didn’t think he would be as good as Meek. Because trust and believe me, that’s some Meek type shit right there.

Thinking of Meek makes me think of Wolf, and I can’t help but wonder how my best friend is doing. Almost as if he knows I’m thinking about him, my phone rings, his caller ID flashing across the screen.

“You miss me?” I tease.

“My ears were burning, and Aspen is in the bathroom, so I figured it was you who was thinking of me,” he deadpans, making me laugh.

“I’m always thinking about you,” I quip.

I can hear his eye roll and smile.

“What are you doing? Everything okay?” he asks.

“Everything’s fine,” I lie.

Wolf sighs. “You’re lying.”

“I can’t talk about it. There’s a difference. You know that,” I tell him quietly.

Wolf is silent for a moment. “I hate that you are up there all alone doing lone wolf bullshit. I wish you would just tell us what was going on so we could help you.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t work that way. You know that. Besides, I’m not alone. I have my brother.”

“A brother you didn’t talk to for years,” he mutters. “It’s suspect that he reached out to you now.”

“Family is family. Anything there I need to know about? Am I going to be a godfather yet?”

“Don’t you dare put that on me, Yak!” Aspen shouts from the background.

“Do you have me on speaker?” I laugh.

“No, she leaned over to kiss my cheek and heard you ask. But for the record, no babies. For anyone that we know of,” he says.