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We’ll talk to him, figure out the lay of the land. It’s our only option.”
Sophia shakes her head, no, even before I’ve finished speaking. “I won’t be left behind. I’ll lose my mind, wondering what the hell is happening to both my father and then you two on top of everything else. I’ll have a goddamn nervous breakdown. I am coming with you, Jamie, whether you like it or not.”
I can see from the look on her face that she means business. She won’t back down. Highly inconvenient, given what that means for us now. She’s going to hate me. “Okay. Fine. You can come.” I rub at the back of my neck, trying not to swear and failing miserably. “Come back inside, though, sugar. We need to talk about it. Figure out what our plan of attack will be.”
My beautiful girl narrows her eyes, swallowing. “Don’t even think about trying to put me off in there, Jamie. I’ve made my mind up.”
“I can see that.”
She stares at me a moment longer and then slowly climbs off the motorcycle. “All right. Let’s do that then. Let’s figure this out, and then let’s get moving. The longer my father’s trapped over there with Ramirez, the worse it’s going to be for him.”
I had so much doubt in my mind when Soph said she wanted to become a Widow Maker. I had no idea if she was going to be strong or fierce enough to handle all the shit we put ourselves though. Ever since she became a prospect, she’s been proving herself braver and more ferocious than many of the oldest club members, though. She’s determined at all times to get her own way, to be involved, to change things somehow.
We go back inside and Sophia sits down heavily at the table with Cade, as if her bones are made of solid steel. Cade gives me a knowing look as I go to fetch us all coffee. Neither of them see me fetch the Zolpidem from the drawer underneath the bar—the same sleeping pills Cade used to knock Sophia out on the journey from Julio’s place to New Mexico. Neither of them notice me crushing up three pills and tipping the ground up powder into one of the mugs I’ve filled with dark black liquid. I’m careful to make sure Sophia gets the doctored coffee when I set them down on the table.
“So what do we do? Tell me there’s a way to fix this,” she says, lifting the mug to her mouth and drinking. Cade sends me a look that tells me he knows exactly what I’ve done, and exactly how much trouble I’m going to be in because of it. I scowl at him. Over the next fifteen minutes we talk about ways in which we might be able to rescue Alan, and Sophia starts to go a little cross-eyed. The Zolpidem is potent to say the least.
Eventually Soph begins to realize something’s up. She looks at me, eyes glazed, and I see the moment when she understands what’s happening to her. She glances dopily down at the coffee I gave to her, and the betrayal in her eyes is impossible to miss. “You…motherrr…fuckkker,” she slurs.
Cade manages to catch her just as her eyes roll back into her head. I’m gonna be in so much shit when she wakes up.
CHAPTER FIVE
REBEL
Cade swings the Humvee around a sharp bend, hugging the turn so that I need to brace myself against the dash. I’m used to his hectic driving. Two tours together in Afghanistan and I’m really fucking grateful he drives like a Nascar boss. He’s saved our asses more than once by putting his foot down when we were drawing heat. The drive into town is only twenty minutes today, less with Cade at the wheel, but I have enough time to send Danny, the Widow Maker’s resident hacker, a text:
Me: Find me a number for Ramirez? Or one of Ramirez’s men. ASAP?
I get a response twelve minutes later:
Danny: 5O5-328-9887. Hope there’s a shot of Jack headed my way for that, man.
There’ll be more than a shot of Jack in it for him if this number puts me in touch with Hector. I copy and paste the number into contacts and hit the green call icon, and then I wait. Cade
Sophia shakes her head, no, even before I’ve finished speaking. “I won’t be left behind. I’ll lose my mind, wondering what the hell is happening to both my father and then you two on top of everything else. I’ll have a goddamn nervous breakdown. I am coming with you, Jamie, whether you like it or not.”
I can see from the look on her face that she means business. She won’t back down. Highly inconvenient, given what that means for us now. She’s going to hate me. “Okay. Fine. You can come.” I rub at the back of my neck, trying not to swear and failing miserably. “Come back inside, though, sugar. We need to talk about it. Figure out what our plan of attack will be.”
My beautiful girl narrows her eyes, swallowing. “Don’t even think about trying to put me off in there, Jamie. I’ve made my mind up.”
“I can see that.”
She stares at me a moment longer and then slowly climbs off the motorcycle. “All right. Let’s do that then. Let’s figure this out, and then let’s get moving. The longer my father’s trapped over there with Ramirez, the worse it’s going to be for him.”
I had so much doubt in my mind when Soph said she wanted to become a Widow Maker. I had no idea if she was going to be strong or fierce enough to handle all the shit we put ourselves though. Ever since she became a prospect, she’s been proving herself braver and more ferocious than many of the oldest club members, though. She’s determined at all times to get her own way, to be involved, to change things somehow.
We go back inside and Sophia sits down heavily at the table with Cade, as if her bones are made of solid steel. Cade gives me a knowing look as I go to fetch us all coffee. Neither of them see me fetch the Zolpidem from the drawer underneath the bar—the same sleeping pills Cade used to knock Sophia out on the journey from Julio’s place to New Mexico. Neither of them notice me crushing up three pills and tipping the ground up powder into one of the mugs I’ve filled with dark black liquid. I’m careful to make sure Sophia gets the doctored coffee when I set them down on the table.
“So what do we do? Tell me there’s a way to fix this,” she says, lifting the mug to her mouth and drinking. Cade sends me a look that tells me he knows exactly what I’ve done, and exactly how much trouble I’m going to be in because of it. I scowl at him. Over the next fifteen minutes we talk about ways in which we might be able to rescue Alan, and Sophia starts to go a little cross-eyed. The Zolpidem is potent to say the least.
Eventually Soph begins to realize something’s up. She looks at me, eyes glazed, and I see the moment when she understands what’s happening to her. She glances dopily down at the coffee I gave to her, and the betrayal in her eyes is impossible to miss. “You…motherrr…fuckkker,” she slurs.
Cade manages to catch her just as her eyes roll back into her head. I’m gonna be in so much shit when she wakes up.
CHAPTER FIVE
REBEL
Cade swings the Humvee around a sharp bend, hugging the turn so that I need to brace myself against the dash. I’m used to his hectic driving. Two tours together in Afghanistan and I’m really fucking grateful he drives like a Nascar boss. He’s saved our asses more than once by putting his foot down when we were drawing heat. The drive into town is only twenty minutes today, less with Cade at the wheel, but I have enough time to send Danny, the Widow Maker’s resident hacker, a text:
Me: Find me a number for Ramirez? Or one of Ramirez’s men. ASAP?
I get a response twelve minutes later:
Danny: 5O5-328-9887. Hope there’s a shot of Jack headed my way for that, man.
There’ll be more than a shot of Jack in it for him if this number puts me in touch with Hector. I copy and paste the number into contacts and hit the green call icon, and then I wait. Cade
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