“You find out who is stayin’ behind and who is goin’ for that ride. I want to know where Jackson and Spike are. I want to know when they plan on bein’ together, and I want to know how I can get in to kill the fuckers. I want the information in the next two weeks. You got me?”
“I...”
“Do you want that fuckin’ kid dead?” he hisses, lifting me off the wall, and slamming me backwards.
“I understand, I will do it,” I whisper.
“Good, get the fuck outta my club.”
I stumble forwards when he lets me go, and I hobble out of the club. I pass a few of the members, who grin at me and reach out. Slapping their hands away, I hurry towards the front gates. My head is spinning, my throat burns, and my heart aches. I don’t know how to escape this one. I feel like I’m trapped no matter what I do right now. Someone is going to get hurt. It doesn’t matter how I play it out. How do I choose who to hurt? I can’t, I can’t do it. I could warn Janine away, but if Hogan found out, he’d likely hunt her down and make it worse. Besides, she can’t just escape her husband, and her husband is tied closely with Hogan.
There’s no escape for her.
Jackson is the only option I have. I have to tell him. I have to crush him and break his heart. I have to betray him and make everything we shared seem like it was nothing but a big joke. He’s the only chance I have of keeping everyone safe. Jackson is smart enough to outsmart Hogan, and he’s good enough to end him and keep Janine and Ebony safe. But telling Jackson means I lose him. And if I lose him, I lose a part of myself.
Because he’s all I have left.
CHAPTER 13
JACKSON - 10 days later
“Someone is running drugs through town?” I say, lighting a cigarette and dropping my ass into my office chair.
Cade leans against the desk. “Yeah, it’s gotten worse. Someone is supplying them, I’ve been keeping a track on what’s going down in this town, and lately it’s on the increase.”
“You sure about this?”
He nods. “Fuckin’ certain boss, someone is gettin’ some serious shipments in and sellin’ them for profit.”
“You able to find out anything?” I ask.
“Nah, I’m goin’ to send a guy in, see what we get.”
“I’ll make some calls, I don’t want anyone comin’ in and fuckin’ around with what we’ve created here,” I say, feeling my chest tighten in anger.
We might be a biker group, but we’ve always made sure whatever we get ourselves involved in, doesn’t impact the town in any way. So far, we’ve managed to keep it that way, and have had no problems. Drugs are something my club doesn’t run, it’s our number one rule, so if someone is in town running them, I want to know who it is. More often than not, when a drug increase happens, it’s from a larger group and not just some drop kick teenagers looking for a quick buck.
“You think it’s a problem?” I ask, standing up and crushing out the cigarette. I can’t even put it to my lips right now.
“It could be, if it gets out of control. More than that, if the people selling them are a problem, it could put us in a situation.”
“Right, well you organize one of the boys to go in and see what he can find out. I’m going to make some calls, see what we come up with. It would have to be a large group, if the numbers you say are correct.”
“And a large group would have to be camping out somewhere.”
I nod. “Check all the large warehouses, compounds, sheds, anything like that. See if they’ve been rented, and if so, by who.”
“On it,” he says, digging his cell phone out of his pocket and walking out.
I sigh and drop my head back into the chair. I love what I do. I love my guys. I love my club. Sometimes though, it gets so fucking draining. Like there’s just no escape for anyone. I close my eyes and let out a loud grumble, fuck, I’m tired. That’ll teach me for stayin’ up most nights with a woman who refuses to let me get any sleep. Or maybe it is the other way around. Either way, it is fuckin’ sweet.
“You look hard at work.”
I recognize the voice and lift my head to see Kayla standing at the door, grinning over at me.
“Yeah, you know me, always busy.”
She walks in, closing the door behind her, before heading over to my desk. I look up at her, noticing the way her breasts are popping out of her top. It does little for the imagination.
“You haven’t seen me in the past few weeks, I’ve missed you big boy.”
Fuck. Why do girls think it is sexy to call a man ‘big boy’?
“I’ve been flat,” I say, watching as she slides her ass onto my desk and shuffles over until she’s sitting in front of me. She spreads her legs, giving me an eyeful of a shaved, bare pussy.
A few weeks ago, I would have dropped down and put my mouth on her. Now, I want to shove her legs closed and tell her to get the fuck out. I’m not a pig, though, so I’ll be gentle about it.
“I got work to do, I need quiet to do that,” I say, staring up at her.
She pouts. “Jackson, it’s not like you to say no to pussy.”
I snort. “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
She drops her bottom lip, and lifts my hand. I try to pull it out without hurting her, which results in her falling onto my lap.
“Kayla,” I warn as she grinds herself on my hips.