Chaos Bound (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #4)(39)

He tightened his fist under the table. Of all the Sinners, Zane should have been the one giving Tank his support. T-Rex had sacrificed his life to save Evie. Zane owed T-Rex a life debt, and if T-Rex was in need of saving, Zane should have been by Tank’s side.

“Something is up with the Jacks,” Jagger said. “Something big. Even our mother chapter is worried. Our man Mario, who we had inside Viper’s house for a couple of weeks, skipped town after he buried a knife in Viper’s back to save Evie, and National isn’t willing to risk any more lives or the resources.

“We should focus on offense. Not defense.” Shaggy stroked his beard. “What about Viper’s cabin up in the mountains where he held Ty and Evie? Now that we know the location—”

Jagger cut him off with a wave of his hand. “I sent Dax and Sparky up there to take a look. The place is deserted.”

“He had another dungeon in his basement,” Sparky said. “Never saw anything like it. He’s one sick bastard. The place was Dax’s f*cking wet dream. It must have been where he kept T-Rex when we thought he was in the Black Jack dungeon.”

Dax snorted his derision. “Viper tortures for pleasure. I torture with purpose.”

“Don’t f*cking pretend you don’t enjoy it,” Shaggy said. “The minute you hear we got someone downstairs you start drooling and get a f*cking hard on that won’t quit.”

“That’s cause I’m twice the man you are.” Dax grabbed his crotch and jerked his hips in his chair. “I got five boys at home and a damned happy old lady. If that’s not a f*cking show of virility I don’t know what is. How many kids you got? All these years and you’re still f*cking sweet butts ‘cause none of them will have you permanent like.”

“Variety, my friend. That’s the way I live my life.” Shaggy’s thick, gray brows furrowed, hiding his eyes, and his voice dropped so low Tank had to lean in to hear him. “No old lady to tie me down or nag me about staying out late. No sprog to drain my bank account. I live free and I live large. Couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“If we’re done trading insults,” Jagger interrupted, “I want to know what the Jacks are doing up in the mountains. They’ve been lying low for the past few weeks, and suddenly they’re buzzing around tourist resorts. I got reports of them in Bolton, and now we know they’ve been up in Still Water.”

Bolton.

Tank cocked his head to the side. The couple on the flashy Harley were wearing Bolton shirts. But the place was a tourist town, and the shop owner said that he thought they were tourists. Was it a coincidence, or something more? He wanted to raise the issue again with Jagger, but now wasn’t the time.

“I say f*ck National and plant another spy in the Jacks.” Gunner thumped his fist on the table. “We got the best intel we’ve ever had when we bribed Mario to go inside.”

“Send Gunner.” Shaggy gave him a sly look. “He needs to go into hiding. Every damn weekend some chick’s husband is hunting him down. He’s moved on from twins to married women, and his extra nine lives are the only reason he’s sittin’ here today.”

“You’re f*ckin’ jealous ’cause your dick shriveled up twenty years ago.” Gunner folded his arms over his massive chest. “And yeah. Married women. That’s the way to go, man. They’re not looking to be tied down ’cause they already are. But they’re not getting any lovin’ at home so when I get them in my bed … Christ … they’re hot. And they’ll go all f*cking night long ’cause they don’t know when they’ll get it so good again.”

“You didn’t go all night long last weekend.” Shaggy laughed. “Most fun I ever had, watching you running with your jeans undone, and your dick hanging out when that Skull Splitter MC dude drove into the parking lot behind Rider’s Bar and found you f*cking his woman for information about the Jacks. Next time I’ll come along. Give you a hand.”

“Christ. We’re gonna f*ck our way into winning the war,” Shaggy grumbled. “Never would have happened back in the day.”

“That’s ’cause back in the day, you couldn’t find your dick,” Gunner retorted.

If it had been back in the day—three months earlier when T-Rex was still alive—it would have been Tank and T-Rex joking about women, offering to hunt down and bed some Black Jack support club chicks, placing bets, then meeting up at Rider’s Bar to share their experiences.

But it wasn’t back in the day. Life hadn’t been the same since T-Rex went missing. The world was duller, quieter, and bleaker. He didn’t go to the gym where they’d trained together anymore. He never ate pizza at T-Rex’s favorite restaurant, Papa Joe’s, where Tank had always given T-Rex a hard time for ordering ham and pineapple. Seriously. Who the heck put fruit on a pizza?

He stared at the image on the screen and his eyes focused on the pizza box, the words barely visible on the side: Ham and Pineapple.

T-Rex. That’s who.





ELEVEN

“I’m a bad girl.” Naiya trailed her hand over the sleek, shiny surface of an AK-47. “I’ve never been an accessory to murder, stolen a motorcycle, or broken into a weapons shed before.”

“And you’ll never do it again if you’re not quiet.” Holt lifted the gun and shoved it in his pack, his face an expressionless mask. “Jagger knows about this cache, and I wouldn’t put it past him to have someone on watch.”