Twenty-Seven
Declan
“You’re shitting me.”I scrubbed a hand over my face as I dealt with the news I’d just been handed—it was just one of those fucking weeks.
“I wish I was.” Sin, the Satan’s Sinners’ MC Enforcer, broke into a burst of heavy coughs.
Not that I could fucking blame him.
“Why the fuck would anyone bomb your compound?”
“I don’t know, but we’re not going to be able to make things right for the run next week.”
I blinked at that, wincing at the amount of work it would take, but hell, what was I supposed to say? Hop to it? When half their compound had been destroyed, the Prez’s father was in some kind of coma with an arm and a fucking leg lost to the blast, and with a couple of brothers having passed away to the inferno?
Rubbing my eyes, I rumbled, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll sort it out.”
“We just need a week.”
“I get it. I’ll handle it.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Want me to put some feelers out?”
“We have people working on it, but any help is appreciated.”
I blinked as I stared out at my office, with the windows that overlooked a field of crates that were loaded with all kinds of gear which was waiting to cross the borders. “I’ll bet. I’m sorry, man. Send Rex my condolences.”
“Bear’s a stubborn old fuck. He won’t die without a fight.”
“I didn’t even think he was a part of the MC anymore.”
“Technically, he isn’t. But it’s not like we’re going to kick him out. He ain’t been the same since his Old Lady passed on.”
“Can’t blame him.”
Sin blew out a breath. “Nah. Shit changes when you find your own. Before, you just feel sorry for ‘em. But when you’ve met yours? Everything suddenly makes sense.”
Because I knew exactly what he meant, I reached up and tugged on my bottom lip. “MaryCat wasn’t hurt, was she?”
“No. Thank fuck. She and Digger were upstairs, away from the blast. She gets tired now that she’s pregnant.”
“That was some dumb luck on the attacker’s part that you were all on the compound,” I murmured, commiseration in my voice.
“Yeah. Either that or someone fucking told them.”
I tensed at that. “Seriously?”
“Fuck knows, man. All Idoknow is that our place has no windows, half of the front end is torn to shreds, and we’re lucky that the clubhouse bar is in the middle, toward the back so there weren’t many injuries. There are only three windows that look out onto the front. Most of our injuries came from the glass that shattered during the explosion.”
Jesus.
Weary, I rubbed my eyes again, and even though I knew I’d set Conor onto the investigation so that we could keep appraised of the situation, I rumbled, “Brennan said he told you about our ties.”
“He told me my ma wasn’t just a cumslut. She was a fancy cumslut.”
I arched a brow. “Well, I wouldn’t disagree. I know Leanne too well for my own liking.”