Page 27 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
She wasn’t wrong, but Sloane was quick to fire back. “Summer, you’re not part of the crew I’m supposed to be updating. I have no obligation--legal or otherwise--to update you.”
“You do if this affects my daughter.”
“Oh, so now you want to think of the wellbeing of your daughter?”
The two of them started bickering again and I groaned beneath my breath. I inched my way into my hotel room silently, making sure I didn’t startle them just in case they started talking about shit that mattered again. And after they got more yelling out of the way, Sloane’s voice leveled out.
So, I perched against the wall and continued listening in.
“Summer, I know you won’t like this, but I want to get you and Cheyenne out of here,” she said.
The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end as she responded. “What? What do you mean?”
Sloane sighed as her voice grew serious. “This is absolutely insane. I know you love Tanner, and I know you’re trying to reunite your family, but what if you get killed in all of this? What if these guys go after CheyChey? I mean, she’s a target now.”
“You said she’d be safe with Mom and Dad. You told me that yourself.”
“That was before I knew exactly what we were dealing with because you sure as hell didn’t turn over all of the facts when I needed them. You told me what I needed to hear to get me out here, and in the process of figuring out just how bad this is you’ve put me in an impossible position. You and CheyChey need your own place far away from here until this heat dies down. This Chops guy? He’s grosser than you could ever imagine.”
Summer scoffed. “Trust me, we know.”
“Summer, this isn’t up for debate. None of these guys that you’re hanging around with are safe.”
Her sister’s voice grew harsh. “They’re a hell of a lot safer than any cop in this damned city who’s been working this case for months without reproach.”
Sloane didn’t back down, though. “If you get killed, who’s going to raise CheyChey? Because the last I checked I’m the designated guardian, not Tanner.”
“Oh, I get it. This is to get me away from Tanner, isn’t it?”
“No, Summer. This isn’t about your love life and who’s fucking you. In fact, this isn’t about you at all. It’s about my niece and her safety, which you threw out the window the second you decided to prioritize Tanner over her.”
“You take that back,” she glowered.
Sloane’s voice mounted in volume. “You have rose-colored glasses on when it comes to that man and you’re not seeing the danger that you’re putting yourself in, or your daughter. You want to care about Cheyenne? Then do what’s best for her for once.”
“Take that back,” Summer growled.
“You want me to prove it?”
The argument fell silent and I hung onto every word as if I were watching some sort of botched soap opera.
“What?” Summer asked softly.
Sloane snickered. “Do you want me to prove to you just how bad all of this is? Just how bad this crew is? Fine. I’ll prove it to you. I’ll get you bonafide evidence on just how dangerous this is for you and CheyChey. But, when I bring you that proof, you have to promise me that you’ll do as I ask without another question asked.”
Summer snickered. “And how the hell do you think you’re going to do that.”
Yeah. How the hell are you gonna do that?
Then, Sloane dropped a bomb that even left me breathless. “I’m going undercover on Barron Street tonight. I’m in the process of preparing everything and getting my contacts into place. And once I have the evidence I need, Chops, the Black Flags, and likely the Dirty Misfits are all going down.”
Summer gasped. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
Sloane’s voice lowered to an almost predatory tone. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you brought me here, and you above everyone else knows exactly how passionate I am about my job. In some ways, I’m inclined to believe that you reaching out to me was a desperate call for help, because I know you’re not stupid enough to think even for a second that I’d compromise my career and my morals and my integrity on the force just to play this fucked-up game of house with you. I know you’re smarter than that.”
And when Summer didn’t respond, anger rushed through my veins.
I mean, what the absolute fuck? I backed away from the wall before I put a hole in it with my fist. As the lies she had fed me rushed over me, and the more I thought about things, the more I saw this for what it was.
Some sort of detective act to earn our trust.
And if that bitch thought she’d be going alone to Barron Street tonight, she was sorely mistaken.
