Finally.
Wrecker’s eyes swept the table.“He says he can’t get in touch with any of his guys.”
A couple mutters rose.
“Convenient,” Maniac said.
Wrecker held up a hand.“He claims it’s not out of the norm.Says they’re nomads.Working pipeline jobs.Sometimes they go dark.Sometimes they don’t answer for days.”
“Bullshit,” I snapped before I could stop myself.
The word landed loud in the room, bouncing off the walls.
Wrecker didn’t flinch.He just stared at me like he’d expected it.
Pipe’s mouth twitched like he wanted to grin but didn’t.
Wrecker lifted his palm slightly, calming.“We know it’s bullshit.”
“Then what in the hell are we doing sitting here?”I demanded, heat rising fast.“We should be hauling ass to St.Paul and making the whole Northbound Reapers MC pay!”
A few guys murmured their agreement.
Cole sat down the table, with his jaw tight and eyes dark.He nodded once, slow and vicious, like he’d love nothing more than to light St.Paul on fire.“Agreed.”
Boink leaned back in his chair with a smirk.“Looks like Joker’s back.”
I slammed my fist onto the table hard enough to make a couple cups jump.“From where I’m sitting,” I bit out, “you all should be going crazy over this shit.The asshole lied straight to your face, Wrecker, and you’re letting him do it.”
Wrecker tipped his head slightly, calm as a storm cloud.“I’m letting himthinkhe’s got a one-up on us.”
I scoffed.“Why?”
“Because a man who thinks he’s safe gets sloppy,” Wrecker said.
The room quieted, listening.
Wrecker stepped closer to the table, bracing his hands on it.“Yogi doesn’t know what we know.He’s trying to play it like his guys ‘couldn’t have done it,’ like this is all a misunderstanding, like we’re barking up the wrong tree.”
Pipe’s voice was flat.“He also said he has a call in to their boss—the pipeline supervisor.Claims it takes a few days to hear back.”
“Which is another stall tactic,” Kingston muttered.
“Exactly,” Wrecker said.“So we use his stall against him.”
I stared at him, still furious.“How?”
Wrecker’s gaze locked on mine.“We don’t show our hand too early.We don’t ride up there hot and loud and give him time to bury the bodies, move the crew, and lock down his clubhouse like a fortress.”
“So we just… wait?”I snapped.
Dad leaned forward, his voice quiet but edged.“You’re going to listen to the president.”
I clenched my jaw.
Wrecker didn’t rise to my anger.He just spoke like he was explaining the obvious.“No.We don’t wait.We move smarter.”
He nodded toward Brinks, Thorn, and Nickel.“Those were going to St.Paul to get eyes on the ground.”