Page 43 of Hunted Innocence
Chapter Eighteen
GRAYSON
Walkingout into the bar area, I jerk my chin toward my men, but it’s Orion who speaks before anyone can say anything else.
“In the conference room,” he barks.
Every single man in the room wearing a leather cut immediately walks toward a black-painted door without saying a single word. Whatever the fuck they were doing doesn’t matter any longer. This is the most important thing at the moment.
They make their way to the door, which has an insignia that matches the one on the back of their vests and jackets. I’m not sure what lies behind that door, but I watch as they all move into the room, one by one.
Orion stops at the door, then jerks his chin toward me. “Come on, boys, this one time only, you can enter our space.”
I guess this is a sacred space, which to be fair, I can understand, especially if they’re talking about shit they don’t want anyone else to know about. They don’t have a lot of strangers hanging around here, but I believe in the old saying that walls have ears.
Wordlessly, we all follow them into the room. I’m a bit surprised at the sight that greets me. Most of the men have taken a seat around a long conference table. The others stand around, their backs against the walls.
The head of the table is empty, and the walls are full of what I can only guess is memorabilia that means something to them. It’s actually very tastefully decorated. I assumed that a room like this would be a fucking mess. When you think of bikers, you do not think of them as decorators or sentimental.
But that’s exactly what they seem to be—decorating sentiments.
Orion clears his throat, and his gaze cuts to mine, but this isn’t my show—at least not this part of it. Vaughn is the one who clears his throat and takes half a step forward. It doesn’t surprise me that he already has some information on what the fuck is going on, because he always seems to have the inside scoop of all the happenings.
“I’ve been trying to piece together what the fuck is going on here. Clearly, Landon Tate is at the helm of all of this, even though he isn’t the one who was at the construction yard with Nadine. But she’s not the only one missing, either. So I started digging into Brody.”
A few of the men are making rumbling noises, but if Vaughn is concerned, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he continues. “I couldn’t find much, to be honest. You guys cover your tracks really fucking well, which is good. But then something caught my attention in my searching. Which included a CCTV facial recognition program of the camera outside of Brody’s house in town.”
“House in town?” Orion asks.
Vaughn jerks his chin. “His home is on Fourth Street.”
“He doesn’t own a home on Fourth Street,” one of the guys announces. “He lives here full time. Some of the guys have houses in town, but Prez doesn’t.”
Vaughn rocks back on his heels, his eyes scanning the room, and I realize that there are more than just a few secrets going on here simultaneously. I’m not sure what the fuck to believe here anymore. All I know is that I want Nadine back—now.
I honestly don’t give a fuck how it happens, either, and at this point, if Tate dies during the rescue, better for fucking me.
“I’ll let you talk to him about that, but what I discovered was that Landon was lying in wait for him there. He shoved him into a rented black sedan at gunpoint, and they drove off.”
The room is bathed in silence. So much so that you could hear a fucking pin drop. My own shock resonates throughout my entire body.
It should not surprise me, not in the fucking slightest, but something is happening with Brody that not even his closest men know, and that is shocking. Just like when we all found out Vaughn was a fucking hit man for hire during his days off.
“I’ve been able to hunt down the rented car, and it was rented by Landon Tate. But I don’t know where they went after leaving Brody’s place.”
Orion is the first of the men to speak after we all let that information sink in. “Did you check to see if Landon owned any property in Nights?”
Silence.
“He doesn’t live in Nights. Never has,” I state.
Orion snorts. “He doesn’t, and hasn’t, you’re correct. But Landon Tate’s ties to Nights are fucking personal. He’s without a doubt known that Nadine has been here since the moment she came into town. He allowed her to stay for whatever fucking reason he has. Likely to fuck with her head. No clue how a fucking dickwad like that thinks. But Nadine and Brody are fromhere, there are connections, and he likely has been working on whatever this plan is for a while.”
“Like he was working on their parents’ case?” I ask.
Orion jerks his chin toward me. “You know about all that?” he asks.
“Nadine told us.” I lift my hand to motion to my brothers.
