Page 68 of Deadly Secrets

“Let’s get back to the clubhouse and put a plan in place. I’m gonna make a few calls,” Stone says, then walks out of the hangar.

“This is all my fault,” I say more to myself.

“No, it’s not.” Brass comes up beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulders as we start towards our bikes.

The ride home is a complete blur. I’m not even sure how I made it back to the clubhouse. When we pull in, a large number of Harleys are parked outside, indicating that some of our other chapters have arrived.

“Get everyone into church,” Stone calls out. “Got a call from some friends.”

The clubhouse is packed with brothers. The Arizona Chapter is here and to my surprise the Montana Chapter is mingling around the room.

“What’s going on? Why does everyone look like their dog died?” Hammer, VP from Montana, asks as Bulldog joins the conversation.

“Reaper’s Ol’ Lady and kid were taken by the cartel,” Bear says, walking by on his way to the bar.

Bulldog snaps his head over to mine and I can see the fury starting to roll off of him. He starts to shake his head as his eyes narrow.

“Can’t be. I just spoke to Ryder today,” Bulldog says and takes a step closer to our group.

“What the fuck you mean you spoke to my kid?” My voice is harsh and a fog coats me. I’ve got murder on my mind and have nowhere to deposit this energy. Bulldog needs to tread lightly or I might do something that will change our entire club forever.

“He called me a few hours ago, told me about his game today,” Bulldog says.

“You talk often?” Brass asks when he notices my hands start to shake.

I’m not sure if he’s adding fuel to the fire or trying to provide information for us but I’m thankful because right now anything that comes out of my mouth is likely to follow up with someone eating a bullet.

“We check in about once a week,” Bulldog admits, then turns to me. “He started texting me first and I’m not gonna ghost him. Remi knows we talk.”

Explosion.

I lunge forward, grabbing Bulldog by the throat as hands and arms swipe at mine to release him. Bulldog swings and I see his fist but with so many in the way I’m unable to dodge it. My cheek pivots to the opposite side as the brothers separate us.

“I told you this would happen!” Bulldog yells at me and tries to charge at me. “You fucking asshole. She was safe with me. They both were!”

A pang in my chest has me pausing.

He’s not wrong.

“Break this shit up now!” Stone is in the doorway of church. His fists are balled and the look on his face could turn a person to dust. “Get in here, now!”

The room moves as every brother with a patch walks into our sanctuary. All of the Texas brothers take a seat in our spots as the other chapters stand along the walls. Stone’s phone rings and the room becomes so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“What you got for me?” our Prez answers, putting the phone on speaker.

“Got three planes headed your way,” we hear a deep voice say. “You’ll be able to touch down right outside of Bogotá. They can only stay grounded for an hour tops.”

“And the help?” Stone asks.

“Bishop was able to get you twenty near the location,” the guy says.

“We appreciate the help, Luca,” Prez says and the names are starting to click.

Bishop is one of the four families who run the Las Vegas Mafia. He launders the money and is one hell of a ruthless killer. Luca became the head of the Falcone family in Vegas after his father stepped down.

“Don’t thank me yet before you hear our price,” Luca remarks.

“I’m listening,” Stone grits.