Gabriel gives him a nod. “Thanks to you. I couldn’t have done this without Jeb. He’s a mastermind.”
“Damn right I am,” Jeb says from the corner of the room with a laugh. “But you made it easy. Worked your ass off. This one is all you, Legend. It was a pleasure to be in your corner. Now, go get that ice bath, or you’ll be useless tomorrow.”
The corner of Gabriel’s mouth tugs upward as he meets Silas’s gaze again. “I’d stay and chat but ...”
Silas shakes his head. “No worries, man. I’ll be around. You haven’t seen the last of me.”
Gabriel gives him a nod, and then he looks down at me with his battered face, which is swelling as we speak. “You ready?”
“Absolutely. Let’s get you home, champ.”
He leans down to kiss my nose. “I like that one, ladybug.”
Fifty-Eight
Legend
“Rolo didn’t make it,”Q says when he calls the next morning after Scarlett and I devoured all the fluffy scrambled eggs she made, and the pancakes I added to our spread. “But they got his confession about killing Lucy, at least.”
“Damn,” I whisper with a shake of my head. “Does that mean they’re looking for Moses?”
“The detective didn’t seem too concerned about justice for him, if you want to know the truth. He said Lucy Byers’s family was practically cheering when he called them to let them know.”
“That’s morbid.”
“They don’t believe she would pull a gun on Scarlett, and they want the whole thing swept under the rug. The detective made it clear that he has been ordered to consider the investigation closed.”
I stare at Scarlett, standing at the sink, washing dishes. While I was in my ice bath last night, she and I had a long discussion about all the possible ways we could handle this.
Her request was that we keep it as quiet as possible so as not to embarrass Lucy’s family or hurt the club. It was hard for me to swallow, but I can’t say no to her.
“And the cops are going to go along with that?”
“Unless Scarlett pushes for a full investigation.”
I scratch the back of my neck, not believing it’s all finally over. “She won’t.”
“Then, yeah. It’ll all be tidied up, and Moses will walk. You sure that’s what you want?”
I think of how I felt with Moses holding Scarlett with a gun to her head. I wanted to kill him, but more than that, I just wanted Scarlett safe. Her well-being trumps everything.
“If Moses had wanted all of us dead, we’d be dead,” I say quietly, but Scarlett hears me anyway, dries her hands, and comes to me. She slides her arms around me and presses a kiss to my cheek. “But that’s not what he wanted. You heard him. He was playing chess while we played checkers. Wherever the fuck he’s headed, good riddance.”
“Fair enough,” Q replies. “I hope that woman he’s after is smart enough to turn his ass down. I’m thinking we should call in some favors and keep tabs on him, just to be safe. I’ve been doing some digging. Did you know he’s from New Orleans, not Biloxi?”
I think of the few conversations I had with Moses back in the day. “No. But it doesn’t surprise me, given that Creole blood of his. Call in the favors. Keep tabs. It’s time for us to learn to play chess.”
“On it, Gabe. Have a good morning. Tell Scarlett I said hi.”
I hang up the phone. “You hear the rest of that?”
She nods. “Yeah, and sadly, New Orleanswason my bucket list.”
“As soon as Moses gets shut down by that woman he’s after, we’ll go visit. Get you some Cajun food and beignets.”
“You think she’ll shoot him down?”
I stare at Scarlett, loving how her gray eyes get even softer when she’s close to me. “You don’t?”