Fuck.
He typed a quick response, hoping to draw out more information.
Blade: Who is this?
The reply came almost immediately.
Unknown: Someone who knows exactly where you are, enforcer. Might want to check your security.
Blade's blood ran cold. He moved casually to the window, as if just looking outside, but his eyes were scanning the tree line, the approach to the cabin. Nothing seemed out of place, but that didn't mean they weren't being watched. He popped open his phone and watched the camera footage coming up and down the road for the past twenty-four hours. No one but Doc.
His instincts screamed danger. He needed to get Lily somewhere else. Somewhere even more secure. But first, he needed to know who the mole was.
He dialed Savage's number, keeping his voice low. "We've been compromised," he said without preamble when Savage answered. "Someone has my number, knows where I am."
"Shit," Savage cursed. "Who? We vet everyone who comes in and out of the clubhouse."
"That's what I need you to find out," Blade replied. "Check the club's prospects. Phone records, bank accounts, recent behavior. Someone's feeding information to the Rejects."
"On it," Savage promised. "What about Lily? You bringing her to the safe house?"
"Not yet," Blade decided. "Moving her might be exactly what they want. For now, we hunker down, beef up security. I need to know who we're dealing with before I make a move."
"I'll send Rampage with supplies," Savage said. "Extra ammo, some of that surveillance equipment you like."
"Have him go to the supply closet and put together a little package. All of it. Make sure he's not followed," Blade warned. "And Savage? Don't tell anyone else. Not until we know who we can trust."
There was a pause on the line. "You think it's one of our officers?"
"I don't know what to think, I don’t think it’s one of them, but they could be compromised in another way," Blade admitted. "But I'm not taking chances. Not with her life on the line."
"Understood," Savage said grimly. "Stay safe, brother."
Blade ended the call and turned back to Lily, who was watching him with concern.
"What's wrong?" she asked immediately.
He considered lying, keeping her in the dark to avoid frightening her. But that would break his own rule three. And if they were potentially in danger, she needed to know.
"We may have been compromised," he told her. "I just got a text from an unknown number. Someone who knows you're here."
Her face paled. "They found me."
"Maybe," he acknowledged. "Or maybe they're bluffing, trying to flush us out. Either way, we're not running. Not yet."
"What are we going to do?" she asked, fear evident in her voice.
"First, we're going to secure the premises," he said, moving to a cabinet near the fireplace. He unlocked it, revealing an arsenal of weapons. "Then we're going to wait for Rampage to bring additional supplies. And then we're going to set a trap."
"A trap?"
Blade nodded, selecting a Glock and checking the magazine. "Whoever's coming for you is going to regret it. I guarantee that."
Despite her fear, Lily managed a small smile. "You're pretty scary when you want to be, you know that?"
"Baby girl," he said, sliding the gun into his holster, "you haven't seen scary yet."
He moved to the windows, checking the locks, drawing the blinds. "Come on," he said, extending his hand to her. "I need to show you something."
