Chapter Nineteen
“Anything?” I asked, stepping into Optimus’ office, my voice tired and my body drained. But at the same time, I was looking to pick a fight. I wanted answers, and I wanted them fucking now.
It was 10.00 p.m. and I’d finally been able to remove myself from Macy’s arms as she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open any longer. Harmony was sitting in my room with her in case she woke up.
I couldn’t wait until morning to talk to my brothers.
Ham sat on the sofa against the wall, his head hanging down, looking at the floor, while Kit and Blizzard stood back against the walls.
Op shook his head, leaning back in his office chair. “I’ve got Wrench on it, and Kit’s got Tie running through shit, too. So far, these guys were nobodies.”
I nodded, squeezing my hands into fists in frustration. Unfortunately, dead men can’t talk. As soon as Op had received the call from Ham, warning us about what was going down, there was no time to plan. It was simply, protect our own.
Someone was trying to hurt my baby. I wasn’t about to chase after them and ask fucking questions.
I wanted them dead.
Nobody fucked with my family and walked away breathing.
We’d filled that car with a hail of bullets, killing both the guys inside within seconds. Pictures and fingerprints were taken, and now they were taking a ride with Camo and Eagle into a watery grave.
Ham’s bike was a complete write off and so was my truck. But right now, I didn’t give a shit.
Three lives were accounted for, and that was all that mattered.
That and figuring out what the fuck had happened.
Ham swore quietly.
Op swiveled to face him. “You did good, kid.”
He shook his head, finally raising his eyes to us. “It was all Hadley, man. As soon as she spotted the gun, she had the truck in reverse before I was even fully inside. She told me to get in the back, and I pretty much spent the whole time covering Macy while she got our asses out of there.”
I listened intently, reaching over and patting him on the shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for my girl.”
Ham nodded as he met my eyes. “Fuck man, of course.”
“Go get some rest. We’ll deal with this all tomorrow,” Op ordered the kid, pointing toward the door.
He bobbed his head, not saying anything as he pushed off the sofa and headed out the door, pulling it closed behind him.
I groaned loudly, dropping into the space he’d just vacated. “What are we feeling about this? Were they after Hadley, or was this an attack on the club? Because if it’s the latter, we need to be prepared.”
“We get prepared either way,” Blizzard said, stepping in and bracing himself against Op’s desk. “Hadley’s one of ours, and both Macy and Ham were in that vehicle. Whether it was directed at her or not, whoever it is, just started a war.”
“No fucking kidding,” I murmured in anger, my throat tight.
“Church first thing in the morning,” Op ordered, standing from his seat. “We’ll discuss it then.”
“How’s Hadley doing?” I asked as we moved to the door. I hadn’t seen her since Doc took her to check her over. Macy had been my priority. I hated myself for letting her get caught up in this bullshit. She should never have to see that shit or be involved in anything like that.
My heart ached, wondering what Kim was thinking, letting our daughter be hurt.
I’d let them both down.
“She’s fine,” he answered as we headed down the hall to the main room. “Few stitches, bit of whiplash. I’ve given her a few days with no interruptions to recover.”
I breathed a little easier. I wasn’t sure if it were because she’d come out unscathed, or because I knew she’d be untouchable. But both put my mind at ease.