Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Yep,” Tucker confirmed.
Christ, that guy was one stupid motherfucker.
“Cops and Feds have rounded up most of Imran’s army,” Mace put in. “Not all of them, but most of them. None of them are talking. Either because of their code, or because they’re terrified of Babić, considering he’d call a hit on his own son, and the aforementioned fact he’s a lunatic.”
Cap took it from there, “Some of his soldiers are still breathing free, but they’ve scattered. A few of them headed to Bolivia. Most of them crossed the border into Mexico.”
“In the wind?” Hugger asked.
“For now,” Cap answered.
“There’s more,” Sixx said.
“What’s that?” Hugger prompted when that was all she said.
“Babić got word to someone who would get word to me,” she replied. “This was so I could tell Mace, Sylvie, Tucker or someone who would get that word to you boys since he didn’t know we’d been introduced. He shared he has no beef with either Nolan or Diana Armitage, and he never did.”
His son dead at his order, Hugger thought this was too good to be true.
“We believe that?” Hugger pushed.
“We do,” Sixx said.
“There a reason he didn’t just tell Buck this info when Buck tried to reach out ten fuckin’ times?” Hugger groused.
“Unfortunately, there is,” Sixx told him. “He thought it was hilarious, how much effort you all were putting into keeping safe two people he didn’t give a shit about.”
What an asshole.
But that was something he could believe about this guy, and at least it meant Di and Nolan were safe, and Dutch, Jag and Coe could go home.
He was sticking in Phoenix, at least for a while.
“And Maddy?” Hugger kept at Sixx.
“Maddy isn’t his problem,” Sixx replied. “She was, when he was trying to keep his son from tanking himself and the family business. She’s not anymore. There’s nothing that links Imran Babić with that trafficking ring. And the Feds have decimated it. They have the testimony of a good number of women, not to mention several players who are making deals. Madison might not even have to testify.”
Well, that was a huge fucking relief.
Hugger turned to Eight. “Any word on what his gig is with the clubs?”
Eight’s eyes darkened and he said, “Yeah. Back in Denver, Core and Brain got hold of an informant, that bein’ an informant of Babić’s. They did their work and found out that somehow, Babić learned about the situation with Chaos and Resurrection and Benito Valenzuela.”
Valenzuela was a name out of Chaos’s history books, just like Hugger’s bio-father was.
And like Hugger’s bio-father, the story wasn’t a fun one.
Therefore, Hugger didn’t have a good feeling about this.
“So what?”
“So, seems like Babić got it in his head he didn’t like the fact that two motorcycle clubs bested one of his kind,” Eight informed him. “For shits and grins, because this guy is one twisted motherfucker, thought he’d bump up against us and see how that shook out.”
Fucking hell.
Hugger studied Eight closely. “How much he know about Valenzuela?”
Eight’s voice went low. “Enough, but not any of that. No one knows anything about any of that.”
Hugger relaxed.
Only slightly.
“His army decimated, his business in ruins, is he maybe rethinking making that play?” Hugger asked.
“Would be hard,” Mace said. “Unless he smuggles himself back into the country, any point of entry he tried, he’d be arrested immediately. He could call the shots from South America, but without any soldiers left, not sure who he could trust that he’d reach out to for an operation that would have to be intricate and well-managed.”
“Men like him find their way to get around,” Hugger pointed out.
No one had a response to that.
“He’d also have to rebuild,” Cap added. “We suspect he’s living off hidden money, but he had bank accounts here, all of them healthy, now all of them are frozen, and as those wheels turn, no doubt they’re gonna get seized, along with all his property. So he doesn’t have near the resources he used to.”
“Not to mention, he made a mistake picking Bolivia,” Mace put in. “The extradition treaty we signed with them hasn’t been fruitful for the US, to the point it’s like it’s not there. Last person they allowed extradited was in the mid-nineties. They’re not fans of extraditing Bolivian nationals. But he’s not a Bolivian national. He got American citizenship in 1998. They’ve been made aware he’s there, the US government is in talks with them about extricating him, so he might need to make another move and do it soon.”
“So he’s gonna be on the run,” Hugger deduced.
“Maybe preoccupied with that, you boys are in the clear. Maybe his message of ‘I’m done,’ is bullshit to take you off your guard. But at least for now, he’s not going to be an immediate problem,” Sylvie said.
This meant they weren’t assured the Babić situation was sorted, but Nolan and Di were safe, and they had some breathing room and a warning they were on the radar of a lunatic who had the urge to dick with them.