Page 5 of Falcon

“The heart?” Nightmare demanded.

“Human,” I murmured.

“Cates has it?”

“She’s going to run DNA. Cates will keep us updated,” I replied. The sheriff had been one of those who’d welcomed us to Ortonville, especially after Rosie saved her pregnant dog from dying.

“We’ve got a killer on our hands?” Ghost frowned.

“Don’t jump the gun. We don’t know.” Calamity shrugged.

“We don’t know, but it was a human heart?” Tye sniped. Yup, the hotheads were riled.

“It could be a donated one to science, a surgically removed transplant from the hospital, anything. We’re waiting on DNA,” Calamity stated firmly and calmly. “But we’re doubling up on security. Old ladies don’t go anywhere alone or unarmed. Lance from the Fallen Warriors is sending a team out to increase our systems. We’re keeping the prospects on gate duty, for now.”

“Our problem is, we’re on open water. We can guard against vehicles on land but not from the lake. Lance is aware and has some specialised sensors. They operate in water, and he’s going to place them a certain distance out, so the kids can swim etc. without setting them off constantly,” I replied.

“The women all have personal alarms?” De Janeiro asked.

“Yes, and trackers. They have a damn habit of getting kidnapped,” Hunter scowled, and I bit back a smile.

“We’re taking this seriously. We believe there are two parties involved, working independently of each other. I don’t think they’re aware of each other, as one is overly aggressive and the other passive-aggressive,” Calamity said.

“Are we locking the old ladies down?” Anchor asked.

Several of us burst into laughter. “Have you met them?” I snorted, shaking my head.

“Who wants to tell Rosie she’s on lockdown?” Calamity laughed. “She’s proficient with a scalpel.”

“We’re not at that stage yet,” I replied. “We’ll lock the club down if necessary. But everyone needs to be alert and ensure the old ladies go places in twos. For now, that’s enough.”

Texas grunted, and I knew he didn’t agree, but he’d fail to convince Penny. She’d cut sex off, and the man would be as grumpy as fuck. Nope. He’d not win there, and I bet he realised that.

Grim looks were exchanged around the table before we all nodded. Yeah, we’d be alert.

I entered the clubhouse and found Nova waiting for me. She looked better than she had when she’d first arrived with me, but still wasn’t herself. Someone had broken her heart, and Nova refused to talk about it, but I could feel her pain through the twin bond. Dad had told me if I ever discovered who, to let him know because he’d cap the fucker’s ass. He’d have to get in line behind me.

“Hey,” I said, slinging an arm across her shoulders. A couple of women glanced over and stared, but didn’t comment. We didn’t have club whores out of respect for the old ladies, but barflies hung out here. Word had spread throughout town that any man wearing a ring on his finger was off-limits. The old ladies laid down a few beatings, and those visiting soon understood their message.

“You okay?” Nova asked.

“Yeah. Wanna get Chinese?”

“Can do. I’m flying out in six days for the start of the trials,” Nova said. I nodded. It was the annual North American Ju-Jitsu tournament. Nova was the reigning queen. My shoulder problem kept me out this year. The physio I’d been working with had quit, and I had my first appointment with the new one this week. As much as I wanted to get in the pool and swim or attend a tournament, it wasn’t worth pushing the injury.

“Any talent?” I inquired as we headed out to our Harleys. We both rode a lowrider that Dad had souped up. We swung our legs over, and Nova yanked on her helmet.

“The usual. That bitch Sue-Ellen is back, thinking she’s going to take my title. I’m looking forward to meeting that cunt,” Nova spat, and there was genuine loathing there.

“She was the other woman?” I guessed, and Nova nodded sharply once.

“Whore loved rubbing it in my face. Now I’ll beat her ass,” Nova hissed.

The note of hate and vengeance in my twin’s voice would have worried a lesser man. Not me. I urged Nova on. Whoever destroyed my sister’s heart, I’d pummel the crap out of. Both Nova and I were at the top of our sport. There were very few capable of beating us, and they didn’t do tournaments. Having Uncle Akemi and Grandpa Hoshi meant we knew our shit.

“Ever gonna give me a name?”

“Nope,” Nova throttled her bike and roared off. I followed, shaking my head. Stubborn bitch.