Page 4 of Babe

“Thanks, kid.”

I waved him off. “Go away so I can finish this sketch before Shaw kicks my ass.”

Cameron snorted but quietly left the room, leaving me alone once again. I huffed as I stared down at the drawing—a fucking lion with flowers.

Seriously… I hated drawing shit I had no interest in.

“We need to call a vote,” Shaw began, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on the table. He laced his fingers together and pressed them to his chin, clearing his throat. “Cameron wants to take out Carmen and Jeffrey.” Arlo looked displeased. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, frowning at Cameron. Taking out officers was a risky move, and Arlo was such a Daddy, even if he didn’t realize it. He just wanted to wrap each of us in bubble wrap and coddle us.

“Why?” Arlo asked. “Do you know the heat that could bring on all of us, Cameron? Frankie is due any day now. We don’t need the heat.”

“I’m doing this with or without the support of the club,” Cameron told him, his tone bored. He flicked his gaze to me as he leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “And Ace has agreed to help me.”

Arlo shot me a dark look. I just arched a brow at him. “What?” I snapped. “Maybe, before you go getting all Daddy on everyone, you should hear why he wants to make this move now.”

“Stop being a fucking brat,” Arlo told me.

I rolled my eyes. Konrad smacked the table, bringing all of us back to attention. “Cameron, please share with the class.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. Konrad shot me a dark look. I just shot him a sickly-sweet smile. He heaved a tired sigh before looking back at Cameron.

“Carmen tried sending Abbie out on a call last night—one not called in through the radio. Just like last time. Abbie called me, and I went to check it out.” He clenched his jaw, anger burning in his eyes. “They used a police car this time. Unmarked. No plate. Jeffrey was driving. When he saw me, he left. I have no doubt in my mind they tried targeting Abbie and her partner again.”

“Fuck,” Arlo muttered, running a hand over his face before he slumped in his seat a little.

“I told Cameron I’d bring it to the table,” Shaw said, looking around at all of us. “I’d like him to have the support of the club in case he needs back up. All in favor?”

I raised my hand. Jax raised his. Konrad lifted his, and so did Shaw. Cameron looked at Arlo, arching a brow. “What’s it going to be, brother? Just remember, with or without the club, this is happening.”

Arlo sighed and lifted his hand. Shaw nodded, looking at Cameron. “This is your call. Your planning. Just let me know the logistics so I can be prepared.”

Cameron nodded. Shaw banged his gavel on the table, and we all pushed back, standing from our seats. Cameron pointed a finger at me. “You, with me,” he ordered.

“You could ask,” I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest.

He glared at me. “Ace…” Exasperation laced his tone.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. God, you’re a fucking asshole. I don’t know why Abbie puts up with you.”

He winked at me as he opened the chapel door. “It’s this good dick.”

I made a gagging sound behind him, and he laughed.

Rolling my shoulders, I pulled the binoculars back up to my face, watching as Carmen pulled into her driveway. She slid out of her car in her uniform, like she didn’t have a target on her back. Like nothing could touch her.

I scoffed. “Dumb bitch,” I muttered.

“What?” Cameron hissed through my earpiece.

“Nothing.” I sighed. “You in position? She’s unlocking her door now.”

“Going in,” Cameron quietly announced a moment later. “Ready, little devil?” I rolled my eyes.

Yeah, he’d dragged Abbie along, though she seemed all too happy to take out her boss and her coworker herself. She still woke up from nightmares and flashbacks. Just the other day, she’d drank herself sick over Trent’s grave. Cameron had sat with her the entire time, and when they’d come home, he had to carry her inside because she was too drunk to walk.

She had a long road of healing ahead of her, but hopefully, this would bring her some closure.

I scanned the area again, listening to Cameron and Abbie move through Carmen’s house. A moment later, a shriek met my ears, and a crash followed. Cameron laughed, the sound chilling my blood. “You thought you’d get away with it, didn’t you?” he taunted. “Get ready to meet your maker, Rigby,” he said, calling Carmen by her last name. “Little devil, you ready to do the honors?”