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I nodded but didn’t have to speak.

“You’ll be trading your life for hers,” Bear stated.

“Not if we do it right,” Luke said.

I rolled my neck and tried to stretch out the tight muscles before speaking. “I’ve said it before; my father is a lot of things. He’s a murderer, he’s a pimp, a drug dealer, and he’s an all-around asshole, but the one thing he’s not, is stupid.” My stare landed on Luke. “If he has Snake, then he already knows the shit we’re trying to keep from him, including the fact that we have Maggie.”

“Give me the recording you have,” Luke suggested. “I’ll hand it over to the FBI. They obviously want to bring them down, or they wouldn’t have sent in an agent. They’ll bring him in.”

I stared at him intently. “I do that, I’m a dead man before the cell door even slams shut.” I glanced at Bear before continuing. “Why do you think I haven’t just turned it over? I’m willing to give my life for the club or,” I hesitated, wanting to say Maggie, but decided that was revealing too much, “those I love, but I’m not giving my life for that piece of shit and his vendetta.” My eyes scanned the faces in front of me. “We get enough evidence, and the FBI can take down every chapter of the Widows.”

“So, what do you want to do?” Cam asked.

“I’ll ask him what he wants. He’s arrogant, and he hates me, but his hate may work in our favor. Hate is a strong emotion, especially the kind he has for me, and if we’re lucky, it’ll trip him up.”

“I don’t understand why the fuck he would help Snake.” Luke ran his hand through his hair.

“He knows something,” I answered quietly. “He wants to use it against me, and I have a bad feeling I know what it is.”

“What?” Luke asked.

I only had to say one word. The one thing that would make me break. My father knew what kind of man I was. He knew what I would do for those I loved and knew what I would sacrifice. If he knew or suspected my feelings, he was holding all the cards.

“Maggie.”

A knock on the door caused all our heads to snap that way, shocked as shit when Bear pulled it open and there stood my weakness.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MAGGIE

I chewed on the corner of my lip and opened a bottle of water before I took a quick drink and set it on the bar in front of me. Becs and Jack were talking, and I was listening, but I was feeling a little overwhelmed, and if I was being honest, a little lost since Gunner left.

“Maggie.”

My head snapped up when I heard Becs’s voice. “Yeah?”

She smiled. “I need to talk to Bull for a second.” She pointed across the room at Bull. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and glanced at Jack before looking back down at my hands now folded on the bar top.

“I hear you know my boys.”

I closed my eyes briefly and gathered all the courage I had to look up and have a conversation with someone I didn’t know and, worse, Luke’s dad. I still felt responsible for the fire that burned down his wife’s house over a year ago. Snake set that fire to teach Luke that he couldn’t touch him, and he couldn’t save me from him. Luke had intervened one too many times, and the result was his wife could’ve lost her life.

I nodded again, but then cleared my throat and forced myself to speak. “I know some of them.” He smiled and waited patiently when I continued. “You have seven, right?”

“I do, but me and my wife, Anna, seem to have adopted some more over the years.”

I’d heard that. The rumor among all the men was that the Dimarcos took in everyone and treated them like family. Becs said they’d done it with her, Bear, Gunner, and the rest of the MC. “I’ve heard that.”

“Have you met Grace?”

I shook my head. I hadn’t, but I’d obviously heard of her. The only girl in a family of eight kids and the youngest. Plus, she wrote the books I was reading on the Kindle Becs gave me. Becs described her as beautiful, confident, and sweet. A rare combination, in my experience, but my experiences were rarely of anyone sweet.

He sat back and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “Ahh, you need to meet Gracie.”

I smiled, knowing I would like her as much as I liked all the Dimarcos if I ever had the opportunity. I just couldn’t imagine how I would. “That would be nice.”

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