But was I?
Nope.
Instead, I was heading to the Lawton Police Department because the new Police Chief Sean O’Rourke called and told me he needed to see me. Why, I didn’t know. Only that it was imperative that I get my ass to the station.
I didn’t know a lot about the new Police Chief, only that he was a seasoned officer and went by the fucking book. Sean Curran O’Rourke wasn’t from Oklahoma. That Irish fucker hailed all the way from Massachusetts. Why he moved to fucking Lawton, Oklahoma, was still a fucking mystery. One that Shadow better fucking figure out fast. I hated not having the inside scoop with law enforcement. It just made my life a little harder.
As I drove through the quiet streets, my mind raced with several possibilities as to why he requested my presence. With everything going on in the underground, I knew it could be anything. But that shit wasn’t my concern. As far as my brother knew, the Diamondbacks were not involved. Too bad for him, I was already involved, just not in the way he thought.
What could be so damn urgent that he would disrupt my holiday plans? The chill in the air seemed to sink into my bones, mirroring the uneasy feeling that had settled in my gut as I pulled into the parking lot and saw Chief O’Rourke standing by the entrance, his face etched with concern.
Whatever this was about, it wasn’t going to be a simple chat.
Sliding off my bike, I reached into my coat and took out a pack of cigarettes.
Kali had been on my ass for months to quit. She fucking hated my little addiction and lost her shit when she saw Talia pretending to be me one day. I didn’t see what the fucking problem was, but Kali ripped my ass a new one and had since forbidden me from smoking around her or the children.
Lighting my cigarette, I took a long drag, savoring the smoke as it seeped into my lungs and sighed when I slowly blew it back out.
“Can’t smoke within ten feet of the police station,” Police Chief O’Rourke growled, glaring at me.
“Can’t have it both ways, O’Rourke. You wanted me here. I’m here.”
“Let’s go inside.”
“Not stepping foot in that building unless I’m in handcuffs. So speak.”
“Got a few things to discuss with you.”
Taking another drag, I replied, “Then discuss.”
“You know a woman named Debbie Brennan?”
Fuck. Of course I knew the bitch.
More importantly, Pence knew her intimately.
Thanks to Jinx and his inability to let sleeping dogs lie, before that fucker died, he investigated the entire club, refusing to believe that the club massacre several years back was a cartel job. Jinx was right about the massacre, but when the fucker started digging around, he found all sorts of damning information that several of the club brothers had wanted to stay hidden. And now, thanks to Shadow and his big fucking mouth, everyone’s secrets were out.
The problem? Pence hadn’t told his wife that he knocked up a club whore and had a son.
“Should I?” I asked.
O’Rourke groaned, snagging the pack of smokes out of my hand, taking one. Reaching into his own pocket, he pulled out his own lighter and lit the end.
Exhaling, he snarked, “I really fucking hate bikers, you know that?”
“Get to the fucking point.”
“My point is, you don’t trust me and I sure as hell don’t trust you.”
“Cool.” I smirked. “Glad we had this talk.”
“Kansas.” O’Rourke growled, then firmly said, “Oklahoma City police found your mother and Happy early this morning. Someone left their bodies on a park bench for anyone to find them. They were executed, Kansas. I need you to tell me that the shit going on in New York isn’t coming to my city.”
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I had to have heard him wrong. My mother was alive and well. Happy told me he was taking my mom to the city to propose to her. After all these years, he was tired of waiting around for the other shoe to drop. He wanted to spend what time he had left with the woman he loved. They were due back today. Kali was planning a celebratory dinner.
She invited the entire clubhouse.
