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Laughing, I crawled back to his side and cuddled close. My heart was so full, I was positive I was going to implode. As Static's breathing evened out beneath my cheek, I smiled to myself and closed my eyes.

CHAPTER 27

Static

"How long do you think it's going to take for Fremont to retaliate?" Smokehouse asked the group. He looked stressed. Not that I could blame him. Dani was due to give birth within the next week and we were deep in this shit with Fremont. We all wished we could have given it time before we made our move, but Fremont was just going to get more dangerous as time went on.

Priest tipped his head forward with a heavy sigh.

"Bro," Toxic said, giving Smoke a disgusted look.

"What?" Smoke asked, looking around.

Lockout's phone cut through the tension and now everyone was glaring at Smokehouse.

"What?" he asked again. "That wasn't my fault!"

Lockout shook his head and answered. "Yeah." He listened, his expression growing darker as the seconds passed. "We'll be right there." He disconnected the call and told Smoke, "You got your wish. We need to get over to the apartments."

"Shit," Riptide snapped. "Tell me that fucker isn't going after women and children."

Lock looked over at Cypher. "Can you assign some of your guys to watch the clubhouse while we're gone?"

"Absolutely. Scythe, Pyre, Demo. Stay here. No one in or out without Lock's approval."

Scythe nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. He was the quietest in the group, but I knew for a fact that he was one of the most dangerous. No one was getting through with these guys here. Our families were in good hands. Now we needed to make sure the other families were okay. Mel and Bear were over at the apartment complex today, but that was just a precaution. No one really thought Fremont would be so low as to go after the women and kids living there.

"Good job," I muttered to Smoke as I walked past, heading toward my motorcycle.

"That wasn't my fault!" he insisted as everyone followed suit and got on their bikes.

"Smoke, man, you got to learn when to shut up," Hellfire said as he climbed onto his bike.

"What the hell was I supposed to say?" he retorted. "I was just wondering. Jesus."

He was drowned out by the roar of engines as we waited for Lockout and Cypher to lead the way out of the parking lot. Priest and Cynic were right behind them, and the rest of us filed out behind them. It wasn't a long drive over to the apartments, but my head was throbbing with a tension headache by the time we got there. I was just so damn pissed that this asshole was too much of a coward to take us on directly.

It took Torres a week to get his warrant and arrest Trask. We were sure Fremont had a lot to do with that. He was holding up the process as much as possible. Probably only so he could get his money out of there, but it could also be to protect Trask. He didn't want to lose valuable relationships with the scumbags who did business with him.

Trask had now been in a jail cell for forty-eight hours and this was the first time Fremont had poked his fucking head out of his hole.

All the women and children were outside as we pulled in. Mel and Bear were there with them, standing between the women and a group of men. We made our way over to where Fremont and his men were standing.

"Boys," Fremont said with a smile. "Just coming to check up on our little neighborhood. We've heard it's gotten a bit rough around here."

"This is private property," Riptide told him.

"Private property or not, when a wellness check is called these officers need to check it out." Fremont gave us a nasty smile.

One of the officers in uniform stepped forward. "We've had some complaints," the man said, looking down at a notebook.

"From who?" Lock asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"We're not at liberty to say," the officer replied. "But I can tell you that CPS is likely to get involved-"

"Considering we have a friend who works for CPS," I said, cutting him off, "I highly doubt that."

He glared at me. "You calling me a liar?"

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