Chapter Thirty-Seven

Luc

Two months later,

"Got word from Law and his crew. The Trick Pony is no more. They are still working with local authorities to help bring down all of Devlin Scott's associates. It's going to be months before they can arrest and uncover everyone who's been associated with the bastard, but Law is confident they will get them all," Frost explained, sitting next to me.

My brother was still walking around in a boot, but like the others, he was healing slowly. Pyle and ALF were the only ones left still bedridden because of their injuries, but Logic and Dr. Lansing assured me they, too, would heal.

"The Soulless Sinners?"

"Well, after Reaper shot Montana in the leg, I'd say we won't be seeing them anytime soon." Saint grinned, shaking his head.

Smirking to myself, I still couldn't believe Reaper didn't hesitate after the dust settled to put a bullet in Montana Stone. Far as I was concerned, the fucker got off lucky after everything he'd done. If it were me, I wouldn't have stopped until he fucking cried.

"Malice is still calling regularly. He said if he doesn't get an answer soon, he's coming for another fucking visit."

Groaning, I rolled my eyes.

"Tell the fucker to fuck off."

The door opened and Gage ran in, heading straight for me. Picking him up, I held him as he curled his little body against mine.

The club learned after the fact that the man abusing him was his uncle. Had I known it was his guardian, a man he should have been safe with, I would have killed him more slowly. In the end, the club discovered that Gage's uncle killed his own sister and brother-in-law, because they found him abusing the boy. Fleeing, the uncle disappeared with the little boy. When Logic notified the authorities that Gage was found, we learned that Gage didn't have any more relatives and would be remanded into the Child Welfare system.

The club worked fast, with the help of Sypher from the Golden Skulls, to ensure that never happened.

Now, Gage Hawk was legally my son.

He still didn't talk much and fucking hated me being out of his sight, but Logic assured me it would take time before Gage could understand the gravity of what happened to him. That the main thing was to make Gage feel loved, safe, and protected.

Holding him tight against me, I didn't stop him when he stuck his thumb in his mouth. A coping mechanism.

Looking toward the door, I smirked when my woman leaned against the doorjamb, shaking her head. I could clearly see the scar from the gunshot that pierced her skin. Out of all the scars my woman bore, I fucking hated that one the most. It was my constant reminder that I almost lost her. I still had nightmares of that day, seeing the hole erupt out of her chest while her blood splattered everywhere.

Logically, I knew it was the only way.

But I couldn't do it.

I couldn't be the one who hurt her for the last time.

Instead, Elvis did what I couldn't do.

"I'm going to head out for a bit," she said, her eyes softening as she looked at Gage.

When Law and his crew broke into the Trick Pony's servers, they acquired a shit ton of information, including several video files of my woman. Logic and I now knew everything about Ivy's time at the Trick Pony. For days we sequestered ourselves in his office and watched every fucking depraved thing my woman endured.

Including the birth and death of her son.

While I wanted Logic to destroy the video, Ivy demanded to see it, saying she needed to know the truth. I sat with her while she watched and learned the truth. In the end, she quietly got up, saying nothing as she disappeared to our room, where she stayed for several days.

The only thing that brought her out was Gage.

I didn't need Logic to tell me that Ivy was using Gage as a replacement for the son she lost. I didn't give a fuck. Gage needed a mother, and he couldn't ask for any better in Ivy. My woman may not be what normal society considered good mother material, but I knew she'd kill a motherfucker before anyone ever touched Gage.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." She smirked. "Trash has a date with a cute pussy."

Narrowing my eyes, I growled as she disappeared.

"Any word on who the fucks we killed at the warehouse were?" I asked, rubbing Gage's back as I felt his soft breath tickle my chest, knowing the little boy was asleep.

Saint sat up, leaning forward. "Word on the street is that Los Santanas made a deal with the Mexican Cartel out of Tijuana. Hate saying this but I don't think our troubles are over. Miguel Chavarria ran drugs for them. We systematically cut off the Cartel's primary distribution line and eradicated their point man in the States. Half of the men we killed that day were there for the deal."

"Keep your ear close to the ground. I want to know if the Cartel is planning anything retaliatory."

"Will do," Saint said when Mouth appeared at the door.

"Got a walk-in, Luc. Guy named Sharp. Said you know him."

Sitting up a little straighter, mindful of my son, I nodded.

Mouth looked to his left, and moments later, in walked the young man I remembered, only now a man stood in his place. Gone was the baby-fresh, freckled-face kid. Now a strong, muscular, hardened man glared at me.

"Sir."

"Ensign Sharp."

"It's Lieutenant now, sir," the man said hoarsely, standing at attention. "Well, not anymore."

"My apologies. At ease, brother. How have you been?"

"Seen better days. Is that offer still good?"

"It is."

"Good," Sharp replied curtly, throwing a file on the table. "Got that information you requested. You're not going to fucking like it."

"Give me the CliffsNotes version, son."

"You were right. Col. Malpas was assassinated, and there is the proof," he said pointing to the file. "Only you're not going to like who was behind the order."

Indigo reached for the file, opening it, reading the contents.

"Holy shit," my brother cursed. "It's all here, Luc. Everything. We know all the players."

"That's not all," Sharp interrupted. "Before I resigned my commission, the military assigned me to the Pentagon. I worked under General Harris. I believe you know the man."

I slowly nodded.

General Harris was a good man. Solid and didn't pull punches. Dedicated his life to the Army.

His son had followed in his footsteps.

"Yesterday, the General received a coded text regarding his son, Kyle Harris."

No one moved as we all held our breath, waiting for Sharp to continue. "Berlin is being held captive by a Costa Rican Cartel. The man in charge is Javier Venturo. He's given the General seventy-two hours to come up with ten million American dollars or he will send his son home in pieces."

"Bravo Team, you're up," I ordered as Mouth nodded, quickly leaving, and Alias followed.

"The general has asked me to convey a message."

"I'm listening."

"Kill them all."