Everyone in the room laughs.
“Alright, so let’s hear it.”
I glance around the room one last time, carefully scanning each face. My brother isn’t here, but my gut is telling me to hold onto my faith in the Bastards.
“The next shipment is coming through on Wednesday.”
“That’s only a week away,” he says, leaning back in his seat.
I pretend not to care whether he believes me or not and move right on to relaying directions to the old barn.
“It’s normally a decoy location,” I tell him easily, not having to lie. “But because he’s trying to get custody of his sister, they’re using it for this run. He’s not taking any chances. You guys have him spooked.”
Savage nods along as I speak which bodes well for me.
“So we’re even. My brother’s debt is paid in full,” I remind him.
His gaze roams over his men, and one of them walks over, whispering in his ear. When the man steps away, Savage levels his eyes on me. “Do you know what we do to liars?”
I wrap my arms around myself. “If my brother was here, he’d tell you I don’t lie.”
The smirk on his face makes me stand a little taller. “Let’s ask him,” he says.
Someone starts clapping behind me. “I told you fuckers my little sis would come through for us.”
The fake Savage stands as the real one steps in front of me.
His arms wrap around my torso, and even though the Bastards told me he was alive and I believed them, I’m stunned to see him. He’s wearing orange and black, the Bloody Scorpion’s colors. This means he’s the one who had Mr. Johnson killed.
He’s the one who put me in danger.
Hethreatened Mila.
And for that act alone, I can’t let him live.
I stumble over my words purposefully. “I … oh my god.” I place my hands on his scruffy cheeks. “You … you’re alive!” The tears come naturally.
“When I heard you hightailed it out of there, I knew you had the information we needed,” he says.
My stomach falls. He knew I’d left the Bastards. That means there is someone else giving him information. Someone close to the club.
“I was so scared of them. Once I had what I needed, I ran.”
Tiffany jumps to her feet. “Rage wouldn’t have given her any information. She’s lying!”
My brother turns on her, and it makes her flinch. Was he the one who gave her the black eye?
“Just because your worthless ass couldn’t get one drop of intel out of him doesn’t mean my baby sister couldn’t. He trusted her because she’s trustworthy.”
“Why didn’t you just ask for my help?” I pull on his arm, trying to take his attention away from her. Tiffany might be a bitch, but that doesn’t mean I want to see her get hurt.
His focus returns to me. “Because if I’d have asked, you’d have said no.” He snaps his fingers at the fake Savage, and the man instantly sheds my brother’s cut and tosses it to him.
My mouth falls open in mock surprise. “You’re … you’re the president of the club?”
He laughs, directing me toward the door. “You seem surprised your big brother’s been moving up in the world. I got me a real nice place out in the country. Mom’s going to be surprised to see you.”
Say what?