There was silence from all ends of the phone lines, and it took me a few long seconds to realize what I'd just said.
"Knew you'd cave," Silas finally said. "Knew that her being there in your territory, you'd break."
I sighed.
Then Lynn started to laugh.
I looked into his olive green eyes, the same color as mine, and idly wondered about Mina's question from the other day.
Is he your brother?
No, we weren't brothers. But now that I was studying the man, it was more than apparent that our features were similar. Not exactly, but similar enough that I wasn't sure how I didn't notice them before now. A cousin, possibly.
"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered darkly. "I didn't cave, anyway. She figured it out."
Silas' eyes were dancing.
"Girl ain't stupid, boy," Silas muttered, then passed to look at something behind him. Moments later, his daughter, who was growing way too fast, came into the frame. She whispered something into his ear, and I watched as the man's smile lit up his face before he shook his head. She disappeared moments later, and Silas' eyes returned to the screen.
"I've missed so much," I murmured.
I'd not only missed my own kid growing up, but I'd also missed everyone else's. It felt like life had passed me by, and I didn't like the feeling.
I sighed.
"You've missed it, but there's enough time to catch up," Silas offered. "We're taking care of this now. We're fixing this. Because it's time. We've tried to do this the right way. It's now time to do it in whatever way that gets the job done."
"Agreed," Lynn said. "Donald and Vance? As of right now, you can return to regular duty. Meet me at my office for a briefing the day after tomorrow. Then take a week off."
We knew what that ‘take a week off' meant. Lynn didn't want them anywhere in the area when this shit hit the fan. Because it was very apparent that the only way we were going to take this operation, was by force. There were no legal protocols left to follow. This was guerrilla warfare time, and I agreed one hundred percent.
"Lynn," I said. "My sister needs to be out of this mess first."
Lynn nodded.
"Send someone to get her," he said. "Get her out of the city, take her as far away from here as you can, and sit on her."
I gnawed on my lip thoughtfully for a few moments while I thought about who could do that, and then a smile came to my lips.
"I'll send Fender," I grinned. "He comes off as all sweet and shit, but the boy is fuckin' crazy when he's threatened."
Silas started to laugh.
Fender was a Dixie Warden. He was the epitome of a laid-back country boy. He had an easy way about him and a deep Southern drawl. He moved slow and reacted even slower. Until he was threatened, and then he struck like a snake on speed.
"Poor Audrey won't know what hit her," Silas shook his head. "Maybe Fender can tape the encounter."
I almost felt sorry for my sister.
He'd draw her in with his easy nature and get her to talk. He'd act like he wasn't a big deal, then, when she least expected it, he'd talk her out of her panties.
Or he would try if I didn't say something to him first.
Because there was no way in hell I was allowing that manwhore to add my sister to his notch post.
"Will do," I said. "We meeting with the rest of the brothers the day after tomorrow?" I asked for confirmation.
Lynn nodded. "That should give your Fender time to get Audrey out and clear."
He was right.
"All right then" I said, saluting the two men with two fingers before hanging up.
I immediately dialed Fender's number.
"Hello?" came Fender's relaxed drawl.
"I have a favor I need to ask of you," I said to the man without preamble. "Can you get off of work long enough for a week and some change?"
Fender grunted. "Likely."
"Good," I said. Then laid out my plan.
Fender sighed when I was done. "You had me until you said I couldn't have her."
I grinned. "She's delicate," I hesitated, wondering if I should say this second part or not. Then decided, fuck it. He may need to know that information if she started to freak out. "She's … she's like Amy."
Fender was quiet for a long time. So long that I had to check my phone to see if we were still connected.
"Fender?"
"I'll help her. And I won't touch her," came Fender's promise.
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My head dropped. "Thanks man."
Amy had been why Fender had gotten my vote to become a fully patched member of the Dixie Wardens MC.