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King gives a dry laugh. “No one can ever say you’re not honest.”

I pull back and turn off the light before looking at him. “I think you need to talk to your woman and let her know you’re not mad at her for being upset that she thought she was pregnant and not telling you. And you need to reassure her and yourself that you’re not going to walk away if shit happens faster than planned.”

King doesn’t move at first, but then he stands and heads out, leaving me alone. I shake my head. My brothers are all smart, but when it comes to their women, they’re idiots. I just have to hope that Eden and I can be better at this shit. I suppose already having one failed marriage under my belt gives me an edge.

I keep on working on the bedroom, and by the time King comes back, looking far more relaxed, I’ve got most of the drywall off my wall and insulation out from between the studs, and am starting on the closet. “All good?” I ask him.

He smiles. “All good, brother. Thanks.” He claps me on the shoulder and he looks at the now exposed studs. “Doesn’t seem that Dagger put much behind the wall.”

“I’d say he figured we would tear this shit apart.”

“I agree. Probably didn’t think we would pull up the floor.” King gets back down and starts prying up more floorboards. “And when we bought this place and fixed it up, he was helping, so he had all kinds of places to hide shit without us knowing.”

“You think he’s hid other shit in other rooms?”

“Wouldn’t put it past the bastard,” King grunts as he has to work to pull up a board that doesn’t want to give.

I have to agree. We keep on working for another couple hours, but we don’t reveal anything else. “I need to get Archer home so he can get to bed,” I say to King. “But I’ll be back in the morning once he’s at school and we can keep at it and maybe look at some of the other rooms he used to frequent more than others.”

“I doubt the club girls will like us tearing up the rooms they use,” King points out.

“Like I give a shit,” I shrug carelessly. “They know the rules, and those rooms are not exclusively theirs. We want to tear them apart, they can live with it.”

King arches a brow at me. “A bit salty about them now that you have Eden, huh?”

I give him a dry look. “And you’re not when it comes to Sage?”

“Touche.” He claps me on the shoulder. “Take your son home, and yeah, we’ll pick this back up tomorrow.”

I nod, clap him back, and then head out the door. We get home an hour later, and we finally both get to bed, the first thing I do is text Eden.

Viper: Good night, baby girl. Wish you were in this bed with me.

Surprisingly, she texts back and it has me smiling.

Eden: Yeah, me too. Night, Viper.

TWENTY-TWO

VLAD

Sometimes wars are loud and messy, and other times, they are silent but just as deadly.

Sasha walks into my office, a smug look on his face and a file folder in his hands. I arch a brow at him expectantly. “The women of the Devil’s Soldiers and some of their other connections met at a local restaurant earlier this evening,” he tells me as he hands me the folder for me to open and review. “The woman from the courthouse was also at this restaurant with her friend.”

Well, that’s intriguing. I flip through the pictures, seeing the women entering and then leaving. But I quickly notice the time stamp. “And you are sure they dined together and know each other? You spoke with the staff?”

Sasha hesitates just enough for irritation to build. Has this idiot not learned from the last time not to bring me information that means nothing? “Some of our men questioned them and the MC women were in the back room, while the court woman was in the middle of the restaurant with one woman. According to them, they didn’t interact with each other.”

“But you still think they did?”

Sasha nods. Then he hands me a couple more pictures. “And these two were in the restaurant at the same time as her. We can’t overlook this coincidence.”

It is intriguing that one of the very men that was in the courthouse at the same time as this woman shows up, but still, it’s not enough for me to make a connection. Not yet. “And did you check the cameras?”

Sasha’s lips thin. “They show nothing, not even the private room. I think they had their guy erase the footage. We can’t see the court woman on the camera either. But we see them enter and leave.”

That piques my interest, and I sit back, thinking. “But by the time stamps, they did not leave together or at the same time?”

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