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I shrug. “Only parts worth watching.”

She nods and swivels toward the bar to talk to Molly again.

“So,” Jigsaw says. “I take it you’re going to need an entourage with you in Vegas.”

I stare at him. “What?”

He lifts his shoulders in an isn’t-it-obvious shrug. “All those fight guys travel in packs.”

“Because you’re so knowledgeable on this topic?” Rooster says, side-eyeing his friend.

“I know things. What’re you gonna do, Griff? Show up to fight week with just Remy scowling by your side? You need more people around you.” Jigsaw slaps his friend’s chest but focuses his attention on me. “We’ve handled security for Shelby’s last two tours. We know what we’re doing.”

“Security.” I slide my gaze between the two of them. “I can’t afford that.”

“That’s where the whole brotherhood thing comes in,” Rooster says, as if I’m dense.

“Yeah, but I’m not a patched member of your club,” I remind him in an equally are you dumb tone.

“Bro, you and Remy were there,” he lowers his voice and leans away from Shelby’s stool, “when Shelby was in trouble. I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” I snort and shake my head. We didn’t do a damn thing helpful on that trip. “We got there after everything went down.”

“Yeah, but you came.” Rooster’s solemn expression doesn’t change. “That shit matters.”

I would feel better going with more people, especially since Molly will be there. I’ll be tied up with pre-fight interviews and training. I don’t want her to feel abandoned. And let’s face it, it’s not exactly hardship for a bunch of bikers to hang out in Vegas for a weekend.

While I’m mulling it over, Remy returns from wherever he went. He slaps my shoulder and stands next to me.

“What’re you doing with the bar?” Jigsaw asks him.

Remy crosses his arms over his chest. “What am I doing with it for what?”

“When your boy’s in Vegas,” Jigsaw says. “I assume you’re going?”

Not sure how I feel about being called Remy’s “boy.”

Dex joins our circle, almost like they planned their ambush in advance.

“Where are we at?” Dex asks Rooster.

What the fuck is happening?

“Asking if he needs help covering the bar for Vegas,” Jigsaw says.

Remy shrugs. “I’ll have coverage. Lynette and Anderson will be fine for a weekend.”

“Emily and I can help you out,” Dex offers.

Remy frowns. “Does Emily know you’re offering her services?”

He chuckles. “She likes your place. She’s between jobs right now. She won’t mind helping a small local business. I’m out this way all the time. It’s not a problem. And it’s not like I don’t have experience.”

“Your strip club isn’t quite the same as my Nana and Grandpop’s tavern,” Remy laughs. “But I get your point.”

“Yeah, it’ll probably be a lot less drama than what I deal with,” Dex says.

I glance at Remy. “They did say I can bring whoever I want with me.” I don’t want to ask for his opinion in front of the Lost Kings and accidentally insult them when they’re making a generous offer.

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