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“We need to get out of here, let the prospect clean this shit up,” Viking mutters. “We’ll discuss this more later. But for now, we need to get back into the clubhouse, and Pirate needs to get on his computers and work his magic.”

“I’ll do what I can, Prez.” Pirate nods. “Been looking into the bastard, but he’s a slippery thing, and it’s hard enough to get anything on him. Sutherland and Sanchez can’t even get a bead on him. Not completely.”

“Do what you can. We gotta get him or the brokers before that auction,” Ice states. “Not only are the girls’ lives in jeopardy but that hard drive, we gotta get back.”

“We definitely need that hard drive,” Maverick confirms. “They took a hell of a chance stealing that damn thing. They’re gonna try and take down Wolfe Oil Industries. And that’s something I won’t allow them to do.”

“What’s so important about this Wolfe Oil Industries?” Risk asks.

“It’s my family’s company, left to me, and each member of this club holds a share in it. So, technically it’s now owned by the club, and it’s also one of the largest oil companies out there,” Maverick explains. “They get what’s on that hard drive, unlock it, and then whoever buys it has the means to take the company down.”

I step around the dead asshat and make my way toward the exit, not bothering to respond. I don’t have anything to say right now. Not when I need to get my ass back inside. I’ve left Ryann long enough. The two of us still have things to discuss, and I want to be able to take her to the room where I can lay her out in the middle of the bed and continue what we started earlier.

“Sabotage,” Viking calls out.

“Yeah?” I ask, stopping to look in his direction and holding his gaze.

“We’ll let you know when we have something,” he says, though I know I’m sure that’s not what he was gonna say.

“Right,” I grunt and make my way out of the storage building. One thing on my mind, getting to Ryann and making sure she’s good.

CHAPTER EIGHT

RYANN

“You sure you’re okay?” Nevaeh asks, drawing me back into the conversation for the umpteenth time.

Every few minutes, my gaze keeps going to the doors, and I start wondering how long Sabotage is going to be.Even with everyone around me and Scorpion standing close, I feel a sense of panic. Sure, in my head, I know I’m safe. The guys wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but I wish Sabotage were in here so the pitch in my stomach would go away.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” I nod, sitting up and clearing my throat.

“She’s lying,” my mom speaks up, and I give her my eyes. “I know that look, baby girl. I raised you and know your tells. But that’s okay. You don’t have to be okay, Ry-Ry. It’s a lot right now.”

“You can say that again,” I mutter and look to Nevaeh. “She’s right, I’m not, but I will be. I just need a couple days.”

“Trust me, I know what you mean,” Nevaeh says, giving me a small smile.

“I see Maverick finally got you to pull your head out of the sand,” I note, hoping to change the subject.

Nevaeh’s smile grew, and she nodded. “You could say that. We’re officially together. You wouldn’t believe everything that happened since the last day we saw each other.”

“Yeah, go ahead and share.” I definitely need to hear this because she’d been toeing around him for a while, even at home.

“Well, he pretty much told me on my birthday . . .” I don’t miss her wince. “We went to the coast to handle something for the club, and it turns out my cousin is who we met. I didn’t know that. He contacted my mom, and her dad, along with my brothers, showed up.”

“Holy shit,” I whisper. Like me she hadn’t wanted to contact her family. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, they’re supposed to be coming here in a couple of days. Mom is making my brothers give me a few days before they come here and hound me.”

“I could see this.” And I could.

Nevaeh nods, glances at my mom, and then back to me. “Looks like it’s reunion month for us both, huh?”

“You can definitely say that,” I agree, swallowing past the lump that’s still lodged there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the door open and Sabotage stepping inside. Panic nearly overwhelms me at the sight of the blood staining his hands, but I don’t let it fully take hold. Whatever he was doing, there’s a reason for it.

Sabotage meets my gaze and keeps going, heading up the stairs to where I’m sure he’s heading to his room.

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