All the brothers turn their head toward me with concerning looks. Fuck.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shadow growls. I tilt my head back and thumb my fingers in my belt loops.
“Oh, Lip here has been a real sport. Very cooperative with the FBI,” Stevin lies. I step forward and one of Stevin’s men jumps in front of him.
“You’re a fucking liar, and a coward,” I snarl, pointing at his face with vengeance. Kane grabs me by the shoulder and pulls backward.
“Easy, brother,” he whispers.
Stevin twirls his finger in the air. “Clean it. I want any dirt you can find,” Stevin demands, his tone serious. “If there’s a fucking Lysol can being used unlawfully, I wanna know!”
I trail my gaze from Stevin to Bull. His eyes are a shade darker and squinted with anger. Shadow’s hands are balled in fists, and Bobby has his arms crossed across his chest. They’re pissed. I don’t blame them. As many rats as we’ve had in the club over the years, I bet I look guilty as sin.
“What the hell is he talking about, man?” Kane whispers. The agents pull everyone from the rooms, and what women they were with, whether they were dressed or not. The Ghost Riders do not look pleased.
My feet are suddenly kicked apart, and my arms are yanked out. I pull from the agents’ grip, turning to push them off me. Without warning, two agents walk up behind me and slam me face-first onto the bar, while another checks me.
“Everyone’s clean!” the agent behind me yells.
“Perimeter is clean,” one of Stevin’s men announces, walking through the kitchen doors.
Stevin shakes his head, an evil smirk fitting his face.
“Ah, you Devil’s Dust are tricky-tricky.” He pins me with a serious glare before trailing it to Shadow. “I’ll be back. You can count on that.”
Stevin sneers, stepping toe-to-toe with me.
“If you’re done here, get the fuck out,” I demand, my jaw clenched. Kane clamps his hand down on my shoulder. It’s a good thing it’s there; it’s grounding me, reminding me to keep calm. Stevin turns his head, his eyes finding mine.
“Let’s go, boys!” Stevin hollers.
As soon as they exit, Shadow stomps toward me and slams his fist in my gut. I fall to my knees, coughing and gasping for air. “You fucking traitor!” Shadow roars.
“It’s not what you think,” I wheeze. Shadow doesn’t hear it, though; he rears his foot back ready to drive into my chest, but I dodge it. I grab his boot and twist it, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor.
I stumble to my feet and grab Shadow by the neck, pulling him back up. Growling with a fury so deep my throat bleeds, I ram my shoulder into his body, slamming him against the club wall. Frames and shit fall to the floor. I pound my fist into his mouth then drive my other hand into his gut.
Shadow clocks me in the side of the head hard, and I stumble back.
Bull steps between us and raises a hand to both of us, stopping our brawl. Huffing and puffing, I point at Shadow who’s bending over at the waist, his lip busted open from where I hit him.
“Fuck,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. My head splices with a sudden pain. I touch my forehead next to my eyebrow, finding blood.
“Did you talk to him about anything dealing with the club?” Bull questions.
“No,” I seethe.
“Then what the fuck is that prick talking about?” Bull asks. I thumb the blood dripping from my brow and look off.
“He came to me, telling me he could get me a plea deal, get me immunity, protection if I gave the club up. I didn’t tell him a damn thing. I was then cornered one night in my cell by the guards. I got the shit beat out of me, all at the hands of Stevin. I got out before he was done trying to pry me for information, so he’s been stalking me around town, threatening the club and Cherry.”
Bull nods, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger.
“You were locked up when it happened, but that fucker there,” Bull points at the door Stevin left out of, “He was the FBI agent who came knocking on our door, managed to even infiltrate our club. He’s dirty, and he’ll be back.”
I shake my head, angry that I didn’t know more when I was in prison. All I was told was we had law enforcement infiltrate our club. Dani’s mother hated Bull and got together with some agent to take the club down under Dani and Bull’s nose. The boys said it was taken care of, so I didn’t ask any more questions. Seems I should have.
I glance up at Shadow who has a softer look on his face. It’s one thing to fuck with the club, but when you bring family in, that’s a whole other level.
“Get Doc here, get that eye stitched up,” Bull orders.
“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I insist. Bull raises his brow in warning. “Fine, I’ll get it looked at,” I growl.
Bobby turns and dials Doc.
***
Thirty minutes later, Doc shows up, her blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders and bright green scrubs hugging her figure.
“All right, who shot who?” she teases.