Chapter Thirty-Three

Troy pulled in to the back of the club, pleased to see the bikes of the men he needed lined up neatly in their places. Opening the back door of the clubhouse, he was hit with the stench of beer, sex, and cigarette smoke. It was still early, and brothers lay sprawled asleep in the hallway and in the bedrooms he strode past. He could see Hawg snoring in one of them.

He went into the large common room area and flicked on the strong overhead lights, searching for the brothers he wanted. The men groaned as they tried to shield their eyes. “Wake up, Slayers. We have a briefing in ten minutes. I want Metal Man, Axel, and Pervert. The rest of you can go back to sleep.”

Ten minutes later, the four men assembled in Pa’s office. Pervert and Metal Man leaned against the wall while Axel stood and checked his weapons.

“The fire marshal, Thomas Wren, and his sidekick, Mark Oliver, came by Stacey’s house this morning to inform her that her warehouse has burned down. You may remember it was that prick, Oliver, who tried to bring me and the Slayers down for the Banderos rocket launcher attack.”

“Yeah,” Metal Man said, rubbing his hands together, his skull rings making a scratching sound.

“We can silence Oliver,” Pervert said. “He uses a strap-on to satisfy his girlfriend, and his wife won’t be too pleased when she finds out.”

“About the strap-on or the girlfriend?” Axel asked, brows raised.

“Both. Want to see the photos? They’re great blackmail material,” Pervert said, passing his cell phone over to Axel.

“What’s wrong with the guy? Doesn’t he have his own cock?” Axel asked.

Troy shook his head and said, “We’re not going after Oliver today. Pervert, I need you and Metal Man to find the actual suspect for me. Study this personnel file of Stacey’s employee, Hans Rudder, and his photo, and bring him here to the club.”

“Are we blowing anything up?” Axel asked with a grin. He was the best explosives expert the club had.

Troy grinned back. “Not this time, unfortunately. But I want you as my wingman to pick up Bill Rush. Oliver wants to lay this arson shit at my door since he and the cops couldn’t pin the rocket launcher attack on me. I’m not going to let him ruin Stacey’s livelihood because of a vendetta against me. I need to find out if these two employees lit that fire to cover up that they were stealing from Stacey, and if so, where they were selling her goods. We leave in five minutes.”