This was his club leader. The man who would die for each of them.
“You’re going to tell me everything from the start.”
“Yes, of course.”
Sable was detailed, not leaving out anything. She told them what Hank did, what he said, the threats as well as the promises. By the time she finished, Dog wanted to go and hunt the man, killing him slowly and painfully.
Instead, Forge walked back to his desk, taking a seat.
“Sable, how loyal are you to the club?”
“You know I would never rat any of you out. You’re my family.” She looked down at her hands. “I would never put Beth in danger. You know that.”
“There’s something I may need you to do and you might have to use Hank to get it for me.”
She looked up. “What?”
“You heard me.”
Dog didn’t like this.
“What is it you want?” she asked.
“You heard of Luther Grass?”
She nodded. “He’s running for mayor or something. I’m not exactly sure. I don’t follow politics.”
“He’s causing a few problems for the club. Hank works for him in gathering intel on some of the problems. His campaign is to get rid of us, either by forcing us out completely or by arresting us.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I need you to get close to Hank, then he’ll lead you right to Luther. You’re to gather as much information as you can and bring it back to the club.”
Sable was tense and Dog didn’t like this.
“But they know that I’m part of the club. Hank knows. They won’t buy it.”
Forge opened his desk drawer and pulled out a file with a set of keys. “Not unless to the outside world, you’re not part of us. I’ve got a house, a car, and I’ve arranged for a job as well. You’ll not be in the club, living here, or be with any of the boys. I know this is going to take some time, Sable, but the club needs this and you’re the first person to have ever gotten under Hank’s skin.”
“Can I think this over?” she asked.
“You can.”
“What about after?”
“You’re always welco
me to the club, Sable. This is your home and Beth wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve got a couple of days to think it over.” He closed the file and placed it back in his desk.
Sable got to her feet and without a word or a look toward him, was gone.
“I don’t like this,” Dog said.
“I didn’t ask you what you liked or not, Dog. This is what’s going to happen. Sable’s a club whore and we need to go after Grass. He’s putting a lot of pressure on the club and if I can deal with him quickly and swiftly, I will. Besides, I thought you said so yourself, she’s just club pussy.”
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Sable stared into the room she’d been living in at the clubhouse for a long time now. This was her space. A couple of the guys had stayed the night, thinking something had happened, but even the boys couldn’t fight the consequences of alcohol.