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I gave a sleep hum.

"Did that make you want to rest more?"

Laughing, I nuzzled my face into his chest. "You win."

"Good girl." He wrapped his arms around me and we both closed our eyes.

I belonged to this golden god of a biker. And so did my kids. I couldn't wait to tell my friends, but was going to have to. Yesterday had been a crazy day and Static was right. I needed more sleep. Not that I was going to admit he was right to him. Had to keep him on his toes after all. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 39

Static

Iglanced over as Rainer pulled into our lot. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I waited for him to join me.

He glared at me as he walked up. He was holding a huge ass file in his hands. "Why is there a person-shaped dent in my Mustang?" he asked.

Chuckling, I shrugged my shoulders. "Have a mechanic get me a quote," I told him. "I'll pay to have it fixed."

"Damn right you will," he muttered. He huffed out a breath while the rest of the guys walked up. Our crew was a mix of Vikings, Berserkers, and Saint's Outlaws. "Did you guys fucking multiply?" he asked.

"Something like that," Lock answered. "Any news?"

"You sure uncovered some serious shit," he admitted, looking around. "A district attorney taking bribes is bad enough. But blackmailing people? Hiring men to do all his dirty work? Getting cops involved?" He shook his head, his salt and pepper hair shifting with the movement. "It's a damn shitshow. But we'll get it cleaned up."

"What about Gwen?" I asked.

"It was self-defense," he replied. "Plus, there's the footage from the security cameras in the parking garage. The hospital couldn't pass that over to Torres fast enough. It was enough to corroborate all of your witness testimonies. And if that wasn't enough on its own, a couple of the cops that were there are rolling over on Fremont to get reduced sentences."

"With him dead they know they won't get any protection," I said with a nod. "Makes sense."

"It's best for your lady, and for you guys," he added. "So, we'll give them a deal even though we have the rest of the evidence."

"Thanks for that," Lock told him.

"Hey, without you guys we wouldn't have even known about this shit. He's been doing this a long time. Had a lot of people involved."

"How long is it going to take before it's over?" Ricochet asked.

"Years, probably, but most of it won't involve you," Rainer replied. "Not with Fremont gone. Most of the attention will be on us Feds. Torres will need to watch his back, but if I get my way he'll be working for me soon. There won't be much attention left for you guys."

"Good," he replied. "My sister's been through enough."

Everyone nodded. Even the Berserkers and Saint's Outlaws guys picked up on her nervousness around them and had asked about her. I didn't want to invade Gwen's privacy, but I told them so that they didn't inadvertently put her in a position that scared her. We were on the downhill side of that battle though. After she fought Fremont, she hadn't broken down. She was handling it. And herself. I could see the strength in her now. It was always there, but had been buried deep unless needed. Now it was out in full force.

"Whatever you need from us," Rip told Rainer, "just let us know."

"Thanks. It's mostly him, I'll be needing," he said, pointing toward me. "He'll be a part of prosecuting the shitheads that are left. Like Sikes."

My smile was feral. "I'll be fucking happy to help." That asshole had been the reason my bike was wrecked. Damn near all my vehicles were in a shop at this point.

"Then you'll need this." Rainer handed over the file. It was so thick I had to grab it with both hands.

I flipped through it and nodded. It was a listing of all the misdeeds that Fremont and his lackeys had done. Or most of them. More would surface as we got into the case.

"Did you know Fremont had Trent Baker killed?" Rainer asked.

Most of us pasted on surprised expressions.

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