Page 7 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
I sighed. “Finally someone gets it.”
Porter looked back at Brooks. “They’ve got a point.”
And after the rest of the guys got done agreeing, Brooks cleared his throat. “We need to figure out what Sloane can know and what she can’t know, because Finn’s biggest job will be keeping her separated from the shit she doesn’t need to know about. So, let’s draw those lines before she gets into town.”
I nodded. “Sounds like a plan. But, if we’re really going to utilize her to the best of her abilities, she needs to know everything that the Black Flags and Chops have done. She needs to see the evidence we’ve got.”
“Even if that evidence implicates us?” Archer asked.
I nodded. “But, us killing their members? All of our monetary dealings? That stays away from Sloane. She doesn’t need to know how we make our money or what we will do once this is all said and done. All she needs to know is what’s pertinent to taking down the crew.”
Tanner placed his hands on my shoulders. “I’m with Finn.”
Cole nodded. “Me, too.”
Archer grinned. “Despite the attitude, he’s always been the logical one. I’m with him.”
And after Porter and Brooks got done staring at each other, they nodded their heads.
Which concluded what was probably the quickest and most efficient church meeting we’d ever had.
Four
Sloane
“You want to do what!?” Summer shrieked.
I winced as I pulled the phone away from my ear. I heard her rattling off all sorts of things strung through with curse words I’d never heard in my life. But, as I held the phone away from my ear, I prepared the only argument I’d need in order to get her to see my point of view.
“And another thing,” she said as I placed the phone back to my ear, “you want someone to blame for who broke up the family? They did. With their controlling ways and their asinine beliefs and their--.”
I grinned. “You’ve been telling people they’re dead, haven’t you?”
She paused. “Well, if that’s the assumption they make, then that’s on them. They might as well be dead for the sins they’ve committed anyway.”
I flopped back onto my bed. “And here I thought you weren’t a religious person.”
“This is Mom and Dad we’re talking about! I don’t want their influence anywhere near my daughter!”
“Do you want me to come help you get out of the mess Tanner’s gotten you into? Or, do you want me to just take full custody of Cheyenne now while you galavant off into the sunset with your biker criminal?”
She sighed. “He’s not a criminal anymore than Mom and Dad are criminals.”
I sat up. “I’m not sure what that’s supposed to convince me of, but this isn’t my problem. You’re the one who gave this man a second chance. You’re the one who made the choice to get involved in this.”
“I was already involved because these assholes took over the strip club I worked at! And before you blame Tanner for making me strip, I swear to fucking God you knew I enjoyed my job. I took that job because I was good at it and because it made me feel good about myself. You were the only one who felt shame about it. Not me.”
I nodded. “Point taken, but that doesn’t negate the facts. If you want Cheyenne safe, there’s no one that will keep her more safe than Mom and Dad. And besides, they’re not as terrible as they once were.”
She scoffed. “Over my dead body, they’re not.”
I shrugged. “We can have it that way if you don’t want to do this. Because that’s what will happen without my help. Tanner will get you and Cheyenne killed. Is that what you want? Because I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t have called for help unless you had literally no other recourse of action. So, take it or leave it.”
“Are those really your stipulations? You don’t help if Cheyenne doesn’t go to Mom and Dad’s? They’re our abusers, Sloane.”
“Who have changed a great deal since you last saw them. Sometimes, people have to hit rock bottom.”
“Don’t give me that low-down bullshit. They’re disgusting individuals, and you know it.”
I stood to my feet. “Then, good luck elsewhere.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!”
I heard her sigh on the other end of the line before she cleared her throat. “I’m Cheyenne’s mother, and I don’t want them in her life.”
I rolled my eyes. “They are her grandparents, Summer. They should meet their only granddaughter at some point in time.”
“You might be able to forgive them for the shit they pulled, but at one point in time they wanted me to abort Cheyenne. Did you know that?”
I paused. “No, I didn’t.”
“Because I never told you. They wanted me to abort Cheyenne because Tanner was the father and they didn’t want a pregnant, unwedded daughter living in their house. And you want me to send Cheyenne over to the people that wanted to abort her? Are you serious right now?”
