Chapter 110

Phoenix

"You want to do what?" Jordan asks, blinking slowly like he didn't hear me correctly the first time.

"Yeah, what the hell are you talking about?" Jamie adds, looking at me and Luke like we're crazy.

I roll my eyes. "I'm not asking if we could meet with Jagger, but someone in his inner circle. Someone who actually knows what's going on."

Jordan points to his chest, his eyes widening in disbelief. "And you want me to ask them to meet with you?"

"That's a fucking death sentence, man," Jamie comments, biting into the apple in his hand.

Luke strokes his beard, likely already thinking of another plan to get in with them. "So, you're saying there's no way this could happen?"

Jordan lets out a dry laugh. "Unless you approach them yourselves. And good-fucking-luck with that. Like they're going to talk with an Alpha or his uncle, out of all people."

Luke and I steal a glance at each other.

We could still it happen. We'll just have to be a little less friendly about it.

It would be a risk, but it's a risk we're willing to take. While we wait for Derrick to call us with answers about my mom's "friend", we can't just sit on our asses. Both Luke and I agreed that we need to feel like we're making progress in bringing the Council down. We can't just fiddle our thumbs waiting for something to happen because while we're making moves on them, they're likely closing in on us.

"The second in command, Luther...where can we find info on him?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

Jordan lifts an eyebrow. "Info...such as?"

"Where he eats. Where he sleeps. Where his kids go to school. That kind of info."

He shrugs, thinking for a moment. "Don't know where the hell he lives, but I do know he's got an assistant who fetches shit for him."

A wicked grin spreads across my face. "Perfect."

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Luke sits in the passenger seat beside me, with the surveillance feed pulled up on the laptop. It's 6 a.m. and we've been watching the Devils' clubhouse for over two hours now, waiting for someone who resembles an assistant to come out.

I bite into the donut, only for the jelly to explode in my mouth. "Eww, Unc. What the fuck is this?"

He roars with laughter. "A jelly-filled donut. What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know, I just didn't expect it to squirt in my fucking mouth like that."

"You should be used to that by now," he says between chuckles.

Suddenly, he goes quiet, leaning in on the laptop screen. "Shit. We've got movement."

A woman with a black blouse and skirt steps out of the building, heading for a black BMW parked in front of the clubhouse.

"Well, that was easy," I mutter, starting the engine. "I didn't expect her to actually look like a secretary."

But I bet she gets paid a lot of money to dress like that.

Luke hums. "Hey, she's got a pretty face. Though, I'm sure they're not looking at that."

As she pulls out of the parking lot, we wait a few beats, then I follow her at a safe distance. Far enough not to spook her, but close enough to stay on her tail. The real work's about to begin.

We tail her through the city, weaving in and out of traffic like we're in a cop movie. The streets are still half empty this early in the morning, but I continue to keep a steady distance, blending in with the morning commute. With Luke also watching the car, hopefully we don't lose her or we'll have to start this shit all over again tomorrow. And I'd much rather be in the bed with my mate, not tailing a gang leader's assistant.

"She's heading towards the business district," Luke says, his voice low, like she could hear us from here.

I nod, keeping my eyes locked on the vehicle. "Figures. Jagger and Luther aren't stupid enough not to make their shit not look legit. It keeps the cops of their asses."

As she begins to slow down, I find another parking spot along the street to park. We watch as she pulls into a parking garage, and moments later, she crosses the street, entering a tall, sleek building.

I sit back in my seat, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. "Well, this is probably going to take a while," Luke mutters.

"Yeah, you fucking think," I grumble.

Twenty minutes, she finally emerges, carrying a black briefcase.

"What do you think's in there?" I ask, starting the engine again.

"Probably money or some shit. Worse case scenario, vials of wolfsbane," my uncle answers.

Oh, well that's nice. But it's also not a surprise if it is wolfsbane. They are a criminal organization, after all.

We follow her for another ten or fifteen minutes...who the fuck knows...until she pulls into the parking lot of a Dunkin' Donuts. Instead of going through the drive-through, she walks into the building. I can practically hear the clacking of her heels from here.

This is probably going to be our only chance today to speak to her. Like I said, I'm not in the mood to tail this lady for days, looking for easier opportunities to do it. I do have a job and a mate to look after.

Let's just get this shit over with.

"I'm going in," I say, unbuckling my seatbelt.

Luke raises an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Yeah, she's just picking up his coffee. What the fuck is she gonna do? Attack me in broad daylight? In the middle of a Dunkin' Donuts with humans around?"

He sighs, but doesn't argue. "Fine. Just don't do anything stupid. I don't want to have to explain to Selene how you got yourself killed. Because she'll probably kill me for letting you do this."

I flash him a grin. "I'll be in and out, I promise."

"You've got five minutes. If you don't get back within that time, I'm going in after you. Understood?"

I chuckle. "Yes, Dad."

Slamming the door shut, I stride into the building, my nerves on edge but I'll continue to convince myself that I've got this.

When I step inside, the secretary is waiting at the counter, waiting on her boss's order.

Picking up the coffee, she turns around and almost heads right into my chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she squeaks.

"No problem. But I do need to speak with you."

She slowly raises her head, her eyes widening with recognition and fear. "Shit...you're Alpha Phoenix."