Chapter 8

SHANE Iwatch Conor walking out of my office and sit on the edge of my desk. He’s just finished telling me how quickly Jessie got the footage that he requested from Angelino’s club. I know how good their security systems are, and the fact that she got what he needed so quickly impresses me, as much as I hate to admit it. Maybe I’ll have some use for her after all? I still don’t trust her, though. And I don’t like the effect she’s having on my younger brothers. They’re like dogs on heat around her, and sooner or later one of them is going to fuck her. I can smell it in the air. Closing my office door, I take my cell out of my pocket and walk back to my desk. The soft leather creaks as I sit and lean back in my chair while I scroll through my contacts for the number I need. As soon as I find the name I’m looking for, I press dial and listen to the ring tone. Jax answers on the fourth ring. “Hey, amigo. Long time no speak.” Jackson Decker is the human equivalent of a highly trained sniffer