“We don’t have two days.” The person who had leaked the information of Genny going to the grocery store was a time bomb. The details provided could prove to be fatal to another member, either in Treepoint, Ohio, or Queen City. Jackal didn’t want to take that chance.
“No. The cartel wants Hennessy dead. To them, he stole their drugs without any intention of paying. Then, when they used the Unjust Soldiers to get them back, The Last Riders succeeded in taking out more of their men than they expected. It was the final nail in his coffin.”
Jackal sighed. “I told Hennessy to walk away from DJ.”
“He didn’t listen to your advice any more than when I told you the same thing about Hennessy.”
“Hennessy’s a good enough leader that he can turn the Road Kingz into a club to be reckoned with. I didn’t want him holding the grudge against the Predators for throwing him out. I still don’t.”
“If we don’t stop the cartel, you’re not going to have to worry about Hennessy much longer.”
Jackal raked his hair back.
Ice rested a booted foot on one of the picnic benches. “It has to be one of the women.”
“Why?” Jackal asked.
“Genny doesn’t talk to any of the men except Lucky, and I trust him.”
“I do, too.”
“Which means one of the women sold The Last Riders out.”
“Maybe no money was involved,” Jackal suggested.
Ice gave a whistle. “Cade said they use any means necessary to get what they want.”
“I’ll ask Shade to get information on them, but I already know he won’t tell me. He’ll recheck them himself. I can use my connections, but again, that takes time.”
“When you want information from a woman, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
Jackal nodded, his mind going back to last night when Penni had told him that being with another woman was a deal breaker.
“Rider told me the women can’t be with a man who doesn’t belong to The Last Riders. The one I can talk into breaking their oath will be the one betraying the club.”
“Bingo.”
“Fuck me,” Jackal cursed.
Ice stood up, smacking him on the back. “Sorry, but the sooner, the better. Whichever bitch is doing it could get us all killed.”
“When Penni finds out, I’ll wish I were dead.”
“Not many men would complain about putting their dick on the line for their club.”
“Stump could do it.”
“You want to put your faith in Stump? He’s more likely to get us killed before the cartel has a chance.”
Stump loved to fuck, and women smelled it on him. He could talk a woman out of her panties with her husband within earshot. The man had caused more fights than any other man in the club. There were always numerous boyfriends or husbands who had come searching for revenge, and because he loved to fight as much as he loved to fuck, he usually ended up behind bars for a couple months out of the year. The only reason he hadn’t been on the wrong end of a bullet was his connection to the Predators.
“Think about it. It’s not like you have to make a decision tonight; all the women are settled for the night. Talk to Genny in the morning.” Ice shrugged. “You might have to do it, but then again, you might catch a break and figure out who fed the information to the cartel.”
“Since when have I ever caught a fucking break?”
“When you became a Predator.”
“You don’t know Penni. Any chance I have with her will be gone. She’s like no other I’ve met before. How did you feel when you lost Grace?”
Ice had cheated on Grace to prove to the men that he wasn’t fucked in the head after what had happened to him in prison. And Jackal had been one of the men who had expected him to prove himself.
“Brother, I could order you to fuck the bitches, but I know you’re going to do what’s best for the club. Just as I did.” He nodded with an evil grin. “Payback is a bitch.”
In other words, the choice Ice was offering him was no choice at all.
Jackal shook off his sleep as he entered the kitchen where Genny was already at work, and it was only ten to six.
“Any coffee?”
“It just finished.” Genny nodded at the coffee pot.
Jackal liked the girl. She would cook for the men, but she wouldn’t let them take advantage of her.
“I have a favor to ask,” Jackal told her, standing at the counter as he blew on his coffee.
“What do you need?”
“Can you remember who you told you were going to the store yesterday?”
“Viper already asked that question, and he still has my cell phone.”