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My life was going to be sacrificed to get Broker his case. My mind races to see who may have been tied to this. The ATF pushed their way into our case when I got in close to Ice, the Prez of the LA chapter.

I run a hand through my hair. “This is so fucked up,” I mutter.

If they were willing to use me, they’ll use someone else. Broker still wants to take them down, but why? Why does he have such a hard-on for?—

“You should talk to your captain,” Rem’s dead voice pulls me from my thoughts.

I close my eyes and exhale. I know that tone. When I open my eyes, I turn to see her retreating into herself.

“I’ll handle it. Why don’t we go down and have breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry. Actually, I have some work I need to get done before tomorrow. I’m going to go down and get it done.”

“Rem, babe?—”

“It shouldn’t take me long. Maybe you should call in and handle things. The sooner the better, right?”

I bite back the words I had planned to say. If I push now, this is going to blow up in my face. I know Rem too well. I need to give her a minute.

“All right. I need to head to my place for a bit. I’ll be back before lunch.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

Fuck. My timing is such shit.

CHAPTER 37

Unlikely Friends

Knight

My decision to leave is strictly based on not wanting to set off another one of Rem’s panic attacks. I’ve watched her go through enough of them. It’s how I know when she’s truly had all she can take of us.

“You’re her fucking trigger,” I mutter to myself and put my head back against the elevator cage.

I have so much shit going on in my head. I close my eyes, and I think of the fact that Broker had something to do with me almost getting killed. I know he’s behind it somehow.

If he wants the brotherhood that bad, is he willing to put my life in danger to get them? I wouldn’t put it past him to leak that I’m alive to have them dig into why and how. Not to mention, why haven’t I checked in if I’m still breathing.

I work my jaw in frustration. Maybe I should allow Reminisce some space while I figure this out. This is very dangerous.

I don’t know who I can trust or how deep this goes, but I have a feeling in my gut that says I’m about to find out soon. The elevator stops, and I lift the cage to step out.

I amble my way to my front door and enter the apartment. Right away, I know something is off. I reach for the piece I keep under the table by the front door.

Gun in hand, I grind my teeth and lift my chin. Whatever’s waiting for me, I’m going to face it head on.

“Welcome home.” I look the big gruff redhead in the face. “Thought my call would get you here sooner.”

I’ve met Brick a couple of times. He’s always been level with me, and that I respect. It’s the blond at his side who I know best and came to call a friend while posing as a Lost Soul in the LA chapter.

“I was told I’d find a ghost here,” Ice says. “Vault this motherfucker sat in our faces like he was one of us. Tell him how long it took for you to find out who he was.”

“I knew who he was the moment he came sniffing around as a prospect,” Vault replies.

“And still you saved his life,” Brick says to Ice.

Ice nods. “I did. I liked the kid, even though I knew he was a cop.”

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