Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter Ten

 "Even after all of that," Knight said slightly amazed, after the door to his office was closed, "I almost couldn't do it."

Ben looked over at him as he leaned against the wall near Knight's desk, "I know what you mean. It had to be done, but I know exactly what you mean."

"That was the problem," Knight replied, and then showed his age as he sat down in his chair. "It wasn't called because Gypsy wanted it called. It wasn't pure. Derrick stumbled into our plans, and because of his own personality he had to be removed. The tribunal was a sham, really. Derrick had to be discredited, and put down so hard that no one would give what he said a second thought." Knight nodded to himself and looked at Ben, "That's why it feels so wrong."

Ben grunted agreement, and looked to Gypsy, "So, what now?"

Gypsy got more comfortable in the chair, and said, "I'm back in there on Thursday. I'll have more freedom of movement than I've had these last eight months. I'll spend more nights at home at least, and a few days. But really it will be more of the same."

"What do you see in Derrick's future shaman?" Knight asked Gypsy.

"I don't know. We just took from him the last shred of restraint. It had to be done, I agree, because of the public level of his actions. However, while we have controlled the fold, we have unleashed the wolf. The rumor will not spread, but Derrick has even more grist for his mill."

"What can he do?" Ben said with a spat.

Knight looked at him, "He can go to Orlin Ruiz, and tell him the story. He can name Gypsy as our man, and Gypsy's life will be violently and painfully ended."

Ben was aghast by this possibility, "But, no, but how could he? Oh shit," he looked at Gypsy, "How can you safeguard against this?"

"I don't know if I can, but I'm in too far to stop now. They know where I live, who I see — I have to show up Thursday. There's no question about that, or all is lost anyway."

"'Who you see...' yes," Knight emphasized with a sad smile. "Perhaps not the best timing there."

"In my experience, it's never been good timing," Gypsy countered.

"In your experience, were cartel death squads involved?" Knight pressed.

"No, not so far. And I am praying I'll be able to say that two weeks from now," Gypsy admitted. "How goes the short list of men for the drop?" Gypsy asked, changing the subject.

"So far, it consists of Ben, James, Rick Walker, and Halo. That's five. I need five more if what you suggested is true."

"Then you definitely need five more," Gypsy assured him.

"Should we, I don't know, keep an eye on Derrick? Or something? Realizing what he's capable of now, really has me nervous about this whole thing," Ben said, and then looked at Gypsy, "I mean, hell, you and I have never been close, and you rub me the wrong way more often than not, but ... shit. I wouldn't wish this on Derrick for crying out loud."

Gypsy rubbed his temple with his right hand, "There's no way we can have men watching Derrick's movements without adding credence to his claim and starting up what we just finished putting down. Besides, he could just call. He doesn't have to go over."

"There's got to be something we can do. This is too fucking important," Ben said, crossing his thick arms, and looking even more brutish than normal.

"There is," Gypsy assured him. "There is and we'll come up with it. Not tonight, since not one of us is thinking clearly after that shit, but soon."