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  “Fucking shit,” Clash laughed. “You got some dirt on Oakley or you just don’t want to bring him in on this?”

  “It’s not dirt…it’s just something Mayra told me.”

  Wrecker’s eyes hardened. “What the hell shit is your woman into that she has information about Oakley Mykel?”

  “She did work at the club for a bit,” Clash pointed out.

  “Church. Five minutes,” Wrecker grunted. He stormed back into the clubhouse and slammed the door shut behind him.

  Clash chuckled and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

  “Give me one,” I growled. I didn’t normally smoke. I did it when I drank or was pissed off.

  I was pissed off.

  Clash handed me one, and I stuck it in the corner of my mouth. “Light.”

  He handed me his lighter, and I inhaled the intoxicating smoke.

  “You got any other secrets you’re holding out on me?”

  I shook my head. “Nah, this is it.” But it was a fucking big one.

  Wrecker and the club weren’t going to believe me when I told them.

  Neither was Oakley when he found out.

  *

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Mayra

  “Hungry?”

  I shook my head.

  I didn’t want to drink.

  I didn’t want to eat.

  All I wanted was to find out what Leo was going to do with me.

  I had been sequestered into a large bedroom with the advice from Apollo to get some rest.

  Now someone who I had to assume was a maid had brought in a tray with three domed plates on it and a pitcher of water.

  “You really must eat.”

  I turned and saw another woman enter the room, but this one was not a maid.

  Not at all.

  She was tall, elegant, and exuded class. She wore a tailored black pantsuit, and her long wavy hair flowed down her back. “Well, I’m starving so I’ll eat with you.”

  She sat down at the table where the tray was laid and grabbed a napkin. She draped it over her lap and lifted the lid of one of the domes. “Marianna makes the best chicken salad. I’m talking it is next to godly.” She grabbed a sandwich and laid it on her plate.

  I stayed on the bed with one leg tucked under my butt and the other on the floor.

  “You could at least sit by me.”

  I didn’t know who this woman was.

  She was much too young to be Leo’s mom or aunt, so she either had to be his wife or sister.

  The maid stood next to the table and nodded at the woman. “Would there be anything else you need, Mrs. Greer.”

  Ah, this was Apollo's wife.

  Greer shook her head. “All good, Amelia.”

  “Apollo mentioned you were quiet, but I didn’t think you would really have nothing to say.”

  “I want to go home,” I stated quietly.

  She had to know that I was here against my will. How could she just be sitting there thinking everything was okay? “You will.”

  “When?”

  She looked up from her sandwich and smiled. “Once the men talk and think they’ve solved all of the world’s problems.”

  “Do you know why I’m here?”

  She nodded. “Yes, but I’ll only tell you what I know if you come and sit with me.”

  She seemed harmless. Hell, she seemed like someone who could be part of the Girl Gang. Though, she was a bit more fancy than any of them would ever be, she would still fit in.

  I stood up and slowly walked to the empty chair. I pulled it out and sat down.

  She picked up a sandwich and set it on my plate. “Eat. Apollo told me you’ve been refusing food and water. You’ll be passed out on the floor by the time you’re back with your man.”

  I knew there wasn’t any sense in arguing with her. She seemed like she was somewhat on my side, or at least could tell me what was going on. I took two bites of the sandwich that was as delicious as she promised. “You were right. That’s good.”

  She nodded. “I know my food. If you’re here through dinner, I’ll make sure she makes her meatloaf.”

  I set down my sandwich and folded my hands in my lap. “You’re being really nice to me, and while I appreciate this friendly kidnapping, it’s hard for me to relax not knowing if I’m going to die or not.”

  Greer choked on her sandwich and waved her hand toward the pitcher of water. I poured her a glass and handed it to her.

  “I don’t know what Apollo was talking about when he said you were quiet,” she wheezed. “You’re really rather funny.” She took another sip of water and looked at me. “I’ll get to whatever point it is you need to hear.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “Your father borrowed a butt-load of money from Apollo’s cousin, Leo. Your father never paid any of it back, and when he died, that debt fell on your mother. I wasn’t with Apollo back then, so I couldn’t work my charm to convince those two that it wasn’t your mother’s obligation to pay the debt.”

  “And it shouldn’t be mine either,” I hissed. “I didn’t even know about it until they showed up on my door after my mother died.”

  Greer sat back in her chair. “My husband is a good man who sometimes does bad things. The same goes for Leo. I don’t hide my head in the sand and think on the nights where my husband doesn’t come home that he’s just catching up on paperwork. Sometimes, they get so used to doing bad things that they don’t see that they could do something good instead.”

  “I don’t understand where you are going with this.”

  She sighed. “They never should have made your mother pay his debt. They had a chance to choose good, and instead, they choose money and being dill holes.”

  I gasped, shocked by the fact she had just called Leo and Apollo Banachi dill holes. “And you are going to make them see how to choose good?” Greer seemed like a pretty cool chick, but for her to sit here and tell me that she was going to have Leo Banachi do the right thing seemed a long shot.

  “It’s not exactly ‘making’ them, but more like steering them in the direction of good. I’ve already talked to Apollo, and he sees my point.”

  “I have to ask.” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table. “I know being an ol’ lady of a MC means you don’t know the inner-dealings of what is going on. How is it that you know all about me and my situation? I assume being part of the mafia is similar to an MC.”

  She winked and took another bite of her sandwich. “I have a way to get information out of my husband without him realizing.”

  “But I find it hard to believe that you somehow convinced Leo to let me go without paying a penny.”

  She took a sip of her water. “But you have paid a penny. For ten years, your mother took money from you to pay for a debt her husband made. She paid Leo money that when you get down to it, he doesn’t need. He won’t go bankrupt without your money, Mayra.”

  “But we have a reputation to uphold.”

  Greer jumped in her chair. “Jesus Christ, man. Must you sneak up on me like that?” She turned around and glared at Apollo. “Eavesdropping isn’t very attractive, dear.”

  “And neither is telling our captive how you manage to wrap me around your finger.” Apollo moved into the room and pulled out the chair next to Greer. “Is that chicken salad?” he asked.

  Greer handed him a sandwich and wiped her mouth with her napkin. “You know it is. That’s why you came in here.”

  Apollo took a huge bite of the sandwich and sighed. “Damn, that is good.”

  “I’m assuming since you’re here, you guys are done beating your chests and figured out what you are going to do with Mayra,” Greer retorted.

  Apollo nodded. “For the most part. The Lords will be here in a few hours and everything will be ironed out then.”

  “Ironed out in the sense that I’ll be leaving?” I asked hopefully.

  “You’ll be there when they get here. That’s all I’m saying.” Apollo too
k another huge bite of his sandwich.

  “You’re so full of crap,” Greer mumbled. She looked at me. “I bet you’ll be home before dinner. Though, if you aren’t, you get meatloaf which is almost as good as being home.”

  Apollo groaned. “Meatloaf?” he said around a mouthful.

  Greer rolled her eyes. “We’re only having meatloaf if Mayra is still here. If she’s not, you get a damn sandwich for dinner.”

  “Chicken salad sandwich?”

  “Did you actually come in here for a reason, or just to eat our food?”

  “Both. I told you what I needed to, and now I’m going to eat.”

  “If you don’t know how to cook, then you either need to learn or hire a cook, because it doesn’t matter the man, they all are ruled by their stomachs,” Greer advised.

  “Hey,” Apollo protested. “I think I should be offended by that.”

  “But are you?”

  He shook his head and smiled. “Not at all.”

  Greer and Apollo bickered back and forth while I slowly lost my appetite completely.

  Apollo had said that for the most part things were figured out, but of course, my mind worried about what possibly couldn’t be ironed out. My dad owed a lot of money to the Banachi’s, and I knew that they weren’t going to let me walk away scot-free as much as Greer wanted them to.

  I was going to have to pay, but I just didn’t know how.

  *

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Boink

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  “Slayer isn’t here yet,” Clash said.

  “And where the fuck is, he?” Wrecker thundered.

  “Last I saw, he was keeping an eye on Raven since Clash went to pick up Boink.”

  “Freak,” Wrecker called.

  Freak opened the door to church. “Yeah, boss?”

  “Go find Slayer and tell him to get his ass here. Keep an eye on Raven too,” Wrecker ordered.

  Freak nodded and closed the door behind him.

  “You fuckers should take a page out of Freak’s book. He listens to me.” Of course, that would be why he thought we all needed to be like Freak.

  “And he’s also angling to be a full patch member of the Lords,” Pipe snickered.

  Nickel bumped his fist with Pipe’s. “I knew one of us was going to say it. Pretty sure when we were all prospects, we kissed ass.”

  Slayer waltzed into the room as if he wasn’t ten minutes late.

  “You think maybe you could move your ass a little faster?” I growled. “Kind of important shit going on.”

  He twirled the toothpick in his mouth and sat down next to Clash. “Sorry, I was trying to keep Raven from climbing out the fucking window. My apologies.”

  “The windows are all locked,” Brinks pointed out. “I spent three days doing in.”

  Slayer shrugged. “Apparently they ain’t that great of locks ‘cause I just managed to grab Raven’s feet before she slipped out.” He cleared his throat. “Woman put up a fight like a banshee, but I managed to get her back in.”

  “You saying my sister almost beat you up?” Wrecker asked.

  Slayer cleared his throat and fidgeted in his chair. “She’s strong for being short.”

  “Welcome to what I’ve been dealing with the past month,” Clash muttered.

  “How did she even manage to get the window open?” Brinks asked, “And where was she going?”

  “One of those hair things, and she said she was going to get Mayra since we weren’t doing anything.”

  “Bobby pin,” Pipe replied. We all turned to look at him. “What? I have a woman who uses the damn things,” he said defensively.

  “I got a woman too but didn’t know what they were called,” Nickel laughed.

  “All right,” Wrecker slammed his hand down on the table. “Enough talking about hair shit.”

  Pipe rambled on. “It’s not like I know al—”

  Wrecker silenced him with a look. “Boink has some info on Oakley.”

  “How the hell do you got shit on Oakley?” Maniac asked.

  “His woman told him it,” Clash laughed.

  “Damn,” Slayer laughed. “Need to get me a woman who can tell me all the important shit. You all seem to have chicks that know everything before we ever do.”

  “Shut it,” Wrecker thundered. “We have a meeting with Leo Banachi in four hours and it takes three hours to get there so we really don’t have time for your guys’ bullshit.”

  Slayer cleared his throat and nodded his head. “Sorry, boss.”

  Wrecker tipped his head to me. “Spit it out.”

  I sat up in my chair and pulled the piece of paper from my pocket. “A few weeks ago, Mayra dropped a bombshell I didn’t see coming.” I unfolded the paper and held it up. “This is Oakley Mykel’s original birth certificate. Sandra Jykin is listed as the mother.”

  “I hope he gets to the point soon,” Nickel mumbled.

  Wrecker shot him a look to shut the hell up.

  “Sandra Jykin is Mayra’s mom.”

  “Whoa fuck,” Nickel gasped. “He got to the point.”

  Wrecker leaned forward to grab the paper from me. “Give it here.”

  He didn’t seem too surprised, though with Wrecker, it was always hard to tell what he was thinking.

  He read it over and handed it to Nickel to pass around.

  Wrecker steepled his hands in front of him. “I’m assuming he doesn’t know about her since she worked at his club, and when I asked him about her, he didn’t even know her name.”

  I shook my head. “No. She went there thinking he could help her with the Banachi’s but she never told him because she was afraid of him.”

  “Smart woman,” Maniac mumbled. “Oakley Mykel isn’t anyone to mess with.”

  “I’m sure he knows about the situation, but I doubt he realized his half-sister was working in his club for him.” Nickel handed the paper to Pipe. “So, what do we do with this information?”

  Wrecker looked at me. “I’m assuming Mayra didn’t want you telling us this information”

  “She doesn’t, and at the time, I didn’t think it was anything to tell. She was the only one who knew about the birth certificate.” Now the Lords knew, and I didn’t think it was going to be long until Oakley Mykel knew.

  “I told Leo when I talked to him that we would have the money to pay off Mayra’s debt, but I don’t think we’re going to pay it off anymore.”

  Everyone was shocked at Wrecker’s words.

  “We're not leaving her there,” I growled. If I had to, I would sell everything I owned and get a fucking loan to pay of Mayra’s debt. The thought had already crossed my mind to do just that.

  Wrecker sat back in his chair. “We aren’t going to leave her there, but I feel someone else could pay off her debt.”

  “You really think Oakley is going to fork over 50k for a chick he didn’t even know existed?” Brinks asked.

  “He’s either going to be glad to have a sister and do anything to help her. Or, he’s going to be pissed and will be willing to pay anything to make her and this birth certificate disappear.” Wrecker explained.

  “What if how he plans to get rid of her is to kill her?” Clash asked.

  That was exactly what I was worried about. I didn’t think Oakley was going to be excited by having Mayra as his sister.

  “He won’t, because if he does, then that’ll fuck with the deal we have with him for the guns,” Wrecker explained.

  “So, what do we do?” I asked. Wrecker had just said we only had four hours before the meeting with the Banachi's, and from the sound of it, we still had to drop a bomb on Oakley and hope he took our bait to give us the money for Mayra.

  “We head to the Banachi’s and make a pit stop at Oakley’s.” Wrecker grabbed the birth certificate and stood up. “Slayer and Clash, you stay behind with Freak. Keep an eye on all the girls and make sure they don’t try to sneak out the window or anything.”

  Slayer poin
ted at Clash. “You get Raven. I’ll take the rest of them.”

  “Under normal circumstances, I would say you just gave yourself the short end of the stick, Slayer, but I think Clash is the one who got screwed on that deal,” Brinks laughed.

  “We leave in five minutes. Load up, and let’s get the hell out of here.” Wrecker stalked out of the room without a backward glance.

  “Anyone ever notice the vein in his forehead that throbs whenever he’s pissed?” Clash asked.

  “You mean the one that always throbs because he’s always pissed about something?” Nickel joked.

  They guys filed out of the room but I didn’t get up.

  “You good, man?” Pipe asked by the door.

  I looked up and nodded.

  “We’ll get her back, brother. Don’t worry about it.”

  I shook my head. “It’s just you never really know how you feel about someone until it gets taken away.” One month of having Mayra by my side wasn’t enough. I needed another thousand months before I would be even remotely okay with her not being with me.

  “That’s called love, brother. You’ll get used to it.” Pipe walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

  He was right.

  I was in love with Mayra.

  I had begun to realize it a few days before she had been kidnapped, but I wasn’t in a rush to tell her because I thought we had all the time in the world.

  Now I knew I couldn’t wait to tell Mayra how I felt. As soon as she got out from the Banachi’s, I was going to tell her I loved her.

  I just hoped we weren’t going to be too late.

  *

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Mayra

  “Let’s go.”

  Bobby walked into my room, and my stomach rolled just at the sight of him. “Where?”

  “To fucking tea, princess,” he spat. “To talk to Leo, what else do you think?”

  From having lunch with Apollo and Greer to having to deal with Bobby, Leo really needed to figure out what kind of vibe he was going to have when it came to kidnapping. “Where’s Apollo?” I asked.