by Mia Miles
We pulled up to my house and parked next to the car. She cautiously hopped off the bike and pulled off her helmet. Her hair spilled down out of it as she pulled it off. The golden light of the afternoon caught it and created a glow around her head. She was radiant, but I could see she wasn’t pleased.
“When we go home, I’m going to need you to drive your car,” she said.
“But we are home,” I reminded her. “This is where you’ve been calling home for a while now, right?”
“Yeah, but you know what I mean. I’m going to need you to drive something that will draw a little less attention to yourself. Do you want my father figuring out that you came by to get me? I don’t think you understand what all is on the line at this point,” she explained, standing next to the motorcycle.
“Okay, you got me. I don’t understand what’s going on. I was sort of hoping that was why you came back with me, so you could explain to me what you’re doing. All you did was pack your shit and tell me you were going home because you were trying to do something so that we could get rid of your dad. What is that supposed to mean?”
She looked around, like she was checking to make sure we weren’t followed. “We need to talk inside,” she said.
“Whatever it takes to get you to talk. Come on.” I put a hand on her back and walked toward the door with her. I almost expected her to recoil from my touch because of how she was acting, but she didn’t. All was not lost. Not yet.
I opened the door and let her walk through ahead of me. Then, I caught myself looking around the property, checking for anyone who might have been watching us, just as she had done. I laughed at myself. I would have liked to have believed that I would have known if someone had been following us, but the fact was I hadn’t paid any attention as we left her father’s house. I didn’t know.
“Make yourself at home,” I announced as I closed the door and followed her into the living room, pleased by my joke. But I found that she wasn’t amused by my humor.
“We have a little while before my father gets home, so I figured we could talk about what I’ve been doing and what I’ve learned so far,” Brittney said as she set up her laptop on my coffee table.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, heading to the kitchen instead of the couch. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet.
“Water would be fine,” she called back.
I grabbed another glass and poured two glasses of water, saving the bourbon on my kitchen counter for another time. I walked back into the living room and sat down, handing her a glass. Even sitting on my couch, leaning forward over the keyboard of her laptop, she was beautiful and sexy.
I didn’t want to talk about her father. I wanted to push her back on that couch and pull her clothes off. I wanted to see that delicious body laid out before me again. I wanted to make her forget about her old life and leave it behind for good. I didn’t need her to get her dad to drop any charges. I had a vicious lawyer who did in the courtroom what some of our guys did on the streets— What I wanted to do to her in bed.
I sat down next to her and put an arm across the cushions behind her. She sipped from her glass and set it on the coffee table. I held mine in my hand, thinking I should have grabbed some of that bourbon to help me focus on the information she had for me instead of on her warm body next to mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Brittney
“Are you paying attention?” I asked, turning my head back and cocking an eyebrow at him.
“I’m all ears,” Nails said, pulling his hand away from my back, where his fingers had just been drawing circles distractedly. He was paying attention alright, but not to the right thing.
“Alright, listen up. I want you to see this.” I pulled up a photo of Russo.
“That’s Russo. So, Ace was telling the truth,” he mused, looking at the picture.
“Yes. And no. Ace saw what he saw, but he’s starting to think he was supposed to see it so he’d go running to you. We both think that my dad hired him because he used to work for us, like us.” I gestured my hand between us to emphasize that I was talking about our company.
“Gotcha.” He rubbed the stubble on his face. His furrowed brow told me he was already starting to put the pieces together.
“So it’s pretty much common knowledge that the Renegade Lions helped break up Russo’s gambling ring. He did some time behind bars because of it, and now he’s out. By all accounts, he’s connected to the mob, and that hasn’t changed. Now, he owns several properties my father’s company has built. He’s gone from gambling to real estate,” I explained.
Nails nodded. “What’s he doing? Why does he own so much commercial real estate?”
“Nails. Come on, man. You’re smarter than this,” I said. “Why would someone like Russo want to own commercial real estate? He’s got to have some way to launder his mob money, or a way to help others by giving them a safe place to set up shell businesses. These places pop up overnight and are gone in a few months. At the same time, he can put some legitimate businesses in his office buildings to make himself look straight.”
“He must be pushing a lot of money through if he’s going through all this trouble,” Nails remarked.
“You think? Where do you think my father’s money comes from?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Okay, so you’ve uncovered some information. What do you plan on doing with it? Do you think that’s enough to bring them both down?” he asked me with a sigh, as if to say he was done with what I had to show him.
“Don’t get snippy with me, Nails. If I had allowed you and the MC to get involved right away, you guys would have rolled in there like a bunch of cowboys, destroying any opportunity I had to get useful information on my dad. I’ve got enough information to show his connection to known mobsters. It’s all right out in the open, like there’s nothing to hide,” I argued my case to him.
“But that’s the thing. Everything that’s public only points at the connection. None of it is actually illegal.”
“But it’s enough to raise suspicion. My father has been working almost exclusively for Russo or men connected to him,” I argued.
“So why are you showing me this now?”
“So you’ll chill out. You drove your motorcycle into my father’s neighborhood to essentially kidnap me again from his house. What were you planning on doing? Were you planning on bringing me back here and forcing me to give up on what I’m doing?” My eyes searched his face for the answer before he could give it. I knew he had a way of telling half-truths. I had started doing the same thing since I’d started living with him.
“Okay, fine, what’s next?” he asked, turning his attention back to my computer screen.
“Tomorrow I’m taking this information to him. I’m going to try to get him to come clean and turn himself in,” I explained.
“What’s your leverage? Like, what are you going to use as a threat? If he doesn’t turn himself in, what are you going to do?” Nails asked.
“I’m going to turn all the information over to someone myself if he doesn’t agree to do it,” I answered, sort of off-the-cuff. I hadn’t given too much thought to any other option.
“Do you have anyone on standby just in case something goes wrong? Do you have law enforcement waiting to hear from one of you who will come in if they don’t?” he followed up.
My plan was starting to crumble. I wondered if this was how Nails had felt when he tried to kidnap me the first time. I stared in his face and blinked dumbly.
“You haven’t thought that far ahead, have you? Man, I’m glad I went by and picked you up,” he said, getting up with his glass and walking back into the kitchen. I hear him pour something into his glass, and he came back with a rich amber liquid.
I stared at the computer screen and tabbed through the windows I had open, full of incriminating business connections my father held. I was realizing that Nails was right. Alone, that information merely raised suspicion. It wasn’t enough to get my father locked up,
but I hoped it was enough to force him to confess to me.
“Alright, look, before you try to blackmail someone, you have to have a plan of action. If he doesn’t do what you want him to, you have to have a backup, an action you can take to make him feel sorry for not going along with the initial offer. You could always just turn him over to us and let us put him out of business,” Nails suggested with a smile on his face and his eyebrows raised.
“How did it happen with Russo?” I asked. “How did you guys get law enforcement on him the way you did?”
“Easy: We caught him red-handed. If Schmitz hadn’t been mixed up with him, we never would have known. At first we were just trying to clear him of debts he’d amassed with people who worked for Russo, but we ended up butting heads with the man himself. Once it was all said and done, Rugs was in his face and law enforcement was raiding all the gambling houses. But we had a lot of people working on it, and it was right out in the open. With this, it’s going to be in the books somewhere. That’s why money laundering is such big business. If you have any sense whatsoever, it’s pretty easy to do,” Nails explained.
“So help me out. What do I need to find?”
He sighed. “Unless you can get your hands on documents showing the laundered amounts, or text messages, emails, recorded conversations where they openly discuss what they’re doing, you’re not going to have an open-and-shut case against him. If you want law enforcement in on it, you have to get this information to someone and get them interested in opening an investigation.”
My stomach twisted at the notion of working directly with law enforcement to get rid of my father. I didn’t want to draw attention to the MC. Surely if I became part of an operation against my father and his connections, my connections were going to come under scrutiny as well.
“How do I do that?” I felt like such a noob, asking Nails for help with things that seemed second nature to him.
He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” he asked.
“I’m not here to play games, Nails, okay? My father wants me to take over his business, and that means he wants me to maintain the connections he has already created. He feels like they’ve insulated him against any financial harm, including being shut down by law enforcement. If I give in and work for him, he’ll drop the charges against you and leave you alone,” I explained.
“But that means you’ll be stuck working for him, and I’m pretty sure he’ll back out of the deal if you stay connected to me, right? So if you do it the way your father wants you to, you’re gone. No more work. No more school. No more us. Right?” he asked.
“Right,” I answered quietly.
“So why are you doing this exactly? Why didn’t you just tell him no and let my lawyer handle the charges? You don’t know Vicky. There’s a reason she works for MCs,” he assured me.
“I’m doing this because he crossed a line by coming after you to get to me. He crossed a line with his bullshit ultimatum. And why the hell would I want to maintain mob connections when I’ve got my own business and a supportive partner who is helping me continue to better my life legitimately? Why? If he can’t leave well enough alone, then he deserves what he gets,” I argued, admitting some things to myself for the first time as I told them to Nails. My dad had crossed a line by going after Nails. I knew Nails would have protected me if I had been in a similar situation, so I was going to protect him the best I could.
“Fair enough,” he said, laughing. “I’m actually flattered that you’d do that for me, but you don’t have to do this alone. If our time together has taught me anything, it’s that you don’t have to do things alone. There are people who can help. Don’t be afraid to let them.”
I laughed. “This coming from the guy who thought kidnapping his boss’s daughter was a viable alternative to accepting a loan from his brother.”
“Hey, it worked out better than I could have planned, right?”
“You got me there. It worked out pretty well for both of us,” I agreed.
“Okay, then. Just like that was a stupid idea and could have gone wrong in so many ways, I think going after your father alone is the same. Especially since there are people who can help you. You’ve got law enforcement and you’ve got us, the MC,” he said.
He’d been talking about the MC more and more lately, I’d noticed. It was like he felt more connected to them since we had people connected to the MC working for us. It was good to see him getting more and more connected to his brothers and the old ladies. If I had attempted to go after my father a few months sooner, he would have been talking to me about how he could have helped me, instead of the MC.
“Alright, I agree.” I glanced at my computer screen. “We’re running out of time. If we’re going to come up with a plan, we’ve got to do it now.”
“Awesome.” He pulled out his phone. “I know exactly who to call to get law enforcement interested. Can you save the information you have on your father and his connections in files to send to Vicky?” he asked me.
“Sure.”
“Okay, get started on that. I’ll get her on the phone and let her know to expect it.” He got up and walked out of the room with the phone to his ear. I heard him talking to someone, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
I started downloading the files I’d found online and putting it all into an email to send to his lawyer. All I needed was an email address to send it to.
“Great,” he said when he came back in. “She’s expecting it. She said she’ll get it to one of her connections on the department. They’ll get back in touch with you tonight. It’ll be hard to talk to them while you’re at your dad’s, I know, but trust me on this— All you need to do is tell them to be ready tomorrow.”
“Will they know you’re involved?” I asked.
“Even if Vicky doesn’t tell them outright, they’ll know you’re connected to us somehow. But that’s fine. We’ve always had an interesting relationship with the police. It goes back and forth between support and suspicion. They’re always ready to take someone down, though.” He winked.
Support and suspicion. I wondered what that meant, exactly. I wondered if it meant our business was eventually going to come under additional scrutiny because Nails was a member of the Renegade Lions. I was in a new world, full of its own rules and complications.
Thank God I had a helpful guide.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Nails
“Okay, do we have time to go over the gritty stuff?” I asked after she sent her email to Vicky.
“There’s gritty stuff? Oh, of course there is,” she said.
“You didn’t think this was going to be easy, did you?” I asked her, laughing. “You’re talking about trying to take down a man who has connections with people who can make you disappear without a question. Yes, there will be gritty stuff.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Something’s different.”
“Probably. Let’s get down to business, then.” I knew what she meant, but we didn’t have time to get sidetracked to talk about our feelings. I was beginning to understand her feelings even if she’d been reluctant to open up about them.
But we had work to do. I drank the last of the bourbon in my glass and set it down.
“What are you thinking?” she asked. From her tone, I couldn’t tell if she was asking about my idea for a plan or my feelings. I went with the plan.
“You organize things with the law enforcement officer you talk to later tonight. Tell them to be ready. I would recommend using your phone to either record the conversation or as an open line so the officer can hear what’s going on.”
“An open line?” she asked.
“Yeah, call the officer and put the phone on speaker. Then, have him mute his end so you can’t hear him but he can hear everything that goes on in the room perfectly. He’ll be able to record it, too, so you’re good there. If he’s unwilling to do that, then you can at least use the phone as a voice recorder.
There’s an app for that factory-installed in most phones. If you don’t have it, download a free one,” I explained to her, pulling up my phone to show her the recorder.
“Okay.” She looked like a deer caught in the headlights while she listened to me.
I put a hand on her knee and gently stroked her leg. “You’ll be fine,” I said, forcing myself not to think about her body while we talked.
She nodded. “What about you guys?”
“I’ll have to talk to Cutter or Ren, but we need to be around. I’d prefer to have some guys without their cuts on the jobsite, looking like workers. I know we can blend in, but I also know your father watches like a hawk,” I said, thinking out loud.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll keep him busy. You guys show up after I do. No bikes. He’ll know,” Brittney said quickly, and I could hear in her tone how eager she was to contribute.
