The Biker's Fate Chapter 412

Flea

I woke Grace early, so I could have a few minutes with her before heading into work. It was the first day without her at the shop and I was gonna fuckin' miss her.

"Hi," she whispered as I kissed her neck and slid my hand between her legs.

"Hey, baby. Ready to start your new adventure?"

"Not really."

"You're gonna rock their world, baby."

She sighed, rolling to face me. "What am I going to do without seeing you all day?"

"Die."

"Probably," she said, kissing my throat. "Will I see you tonight?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Can you stay at Grams?"

"Probably."

"You should bring a bag."

"I can do that, honey."

"Good."

"Gonna hit the shower, then I gotta go. I made a key for you, so you can lock up. Keep it. Want you in my space whenever you feel like it."

She met my eyes and smiled. "What if I want to buy flowery bedding."

"Do you want to buy flowery bedding?" I challenged.

"Answer my question first."

I smiled, stroking her cheek. "Nothing yellow."

"Oh my god, are you ever not going to be perfect?"

"Nope." I kissed her again. "Your turn to make breakfast."

"I'll start with coffee."

"That'd be good." I climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I'd been at the shop for about an hour, when I got the all-hands on deck text from Crow. "Shit," I hissed, sliding out from under the Chevy truck I'd been working on. "Cam!"

"Yeah?" Hatch's brother replied. He had four siblings, including Cameron and Cricket. Cam worked the shop whenever he wasn't working for Cade who owned a construction company.

"Gotta head to the club."

"You heard something about Connor?" he asked, worry and concern written all over his face.

"Not sure yet. Are you good to hold down the fort?"

"Yeah, man. Whatever you need."

I nodded. "Thanks."

I washed up, then climbed on my bike and headed out. I hoped to God they had some news. I needed my sergeant out of fuckin' jail.

I arrived at the compound just as Finch and Flick were pulling up.

"You heard anything?" I asked Finch as I got off my bike.

"Just to get down here A.S.A.F.P.," he replied.

I nodded, and we made our way inside. Every Dog was in attendance, so the great room was at capacity.

"Good, you're all here. Let's get started," Crow said. "Listen up, because I have a lot to throw at you, and very little time."

We stood at attention, arms folded, grunting and nodding in understanding as Crow filled us in.

"We have some good news, and a shit-ton of bad news, but the broad strokes are as follows; we're confident that it's Los Psychos who's behind everything, and with the right evidence we can get Hatch out of jail and his name cleared. The bad news being, we have very little time to get what we need, and we need to do it before the feds take custody."

"How little?" I asked.

"About three hours," Jaxon said. "And we're lucky to have that. The only reason the FBI haven't taken custody of Hatch already is because all three of the Portland office's armored vehicles are either currently in use in the field, or in the shop. Truck number three is scheduled to be street-ready by late-afternoon. Any other Special Agent in charge of a branch office would have picked him up in a U-Haul rather than let Portland PD sit on him any longer, but fortunately for us, Matt's my brother and he's running everything 'by the book.'

Matthew Quinn just so happened to be Ace, Knight, and Jaxon's brother, and he ran the Portland FBI field office, which meant, he was able to buy some time.

"We almost have all the evidence to prove that Hatch was framed, and that Los Psychos are the ones behind it, but we need whoever did their tech work to prove it," Jaxon continued.

"We don't think it was done in-house?" I asked.

"At first, I thought maybe it was," Booker said, turning the laptop he was holding toward me, as if I could make out the nerd hieroglyphics written all over his screen. "They've got some pretty good guys in their crew, but the more I investigated the footage, the level of sophistication needed to forge the time code synch on this digital video is beyond anything I've seen from Los Psychos, by leaps and bounds."

"So, who's behind it?" I asked.

"Second piece of bad news," Crow said grimly. "We think it's Kitty."

"Oh, shit."

The room filled with the sound of grumbles and shuffling boots.

"Who's Kitty?" Finch asked.

"Kitty was a Dog. A long time ago. One of the originals, and one of the only Dogs to ever patch out," Crow said, looking at the floor.

"The only one to be patched out as a matter of fact," Mack added.

Kitty had been with the Dogs since the very beginning and had been involved with computers since his early training with the Army. He was smart, knew how to disappear, and could kill a man with his bare hands. Hell, Kitty could rupture a man's spleen just by looking at him. He was also a powder keg who needed very little reason to take situations to a physical level. His violent nature, and lack of a war to fight, led to one-too-many clashing of the heads, and Kitty was asked to leave the club… and Portland. Like a good soldier, he did as he was asked, but not without making it very clear that the Dogs of Fire were to watch their backs from here on out. We'd kept an eye out over the years and would sometimes hear reports of him showing up here or there. One time it was Florida, another time at a bike show in Minneapolis.

"What have you seen that makes you think it's him?" I asked. "He's not even supposed to be in Portland, Booker. Earlier you said, whoever was behind this was working locally."

"It's not what I see, but what I don't see. Whoever did this work has intimate knowledge of Portland's digital infrastructure. They know how to hack the local ISPs without leaving a trace, and they also know how to cover their tracks. This is the work of a high-level pro, that must have already known their way around town, so-to-speak."

"Okay, but surely Kitty's not the only hacker in town," I said.

"No, but he's the only one qualified who would do business with Los Psychos to get back at us," Crow said.