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“Also got a call from that damn detective again. She’s flying out and wants to meet with Ivy.”

Fuck me. I knew that cop wouldn’t walk away. When I got my hands on Slash, I was going to beat his ass for bringing that crazy bitch into my life. No drama, my ass.

“Have Slash make the arrangements. Away from the clubhouse.”

Frost nodded.

Problem two fixed.

“One more thing,” Frost carefully said, gauging my reaction.

Growling, I muttered, “What?”

Frost looked at Mouth who nodded before walking out the front door, only to reappear moments later with Hannibal escorting a Los Santana into my club.

“Lucifer Hawk?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“A messenger.”

“Then give me the message and get the fuck out of my club.”

“Miguel Chavarria wants a meeting.”

Getting to my feet, I simply said, “No.”

“Don’t have a choice.”

Now, that put a smile on my face.

Looking at the fucker, I glared. “I always have a choice.”

“My Prez said you meet with him, or he will declare war, starting with your son and his family in Purgatory.”

Frost was standing before I could blink as Agony appeared at my side.

“It’s simple. Meet with my Prez and your problems go away. Refuse and he will kill your son, rape his wife, and send your granddaughter back to you in a trash bag. You have twenty-four hours to schedule the meet,” the soon-to-be-dead man said, placing a small piece of paper on the bar. “He’s waiting for your call.”

Chapter Eleven

Ivy

The sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand woke me. Rolling onto my back, I slapped my hand around a few times before it landed on the annoying nuisance. Not bothering to look at the screen, I swiped my thumb across the bottom, groggily licked my lips, and slurred, “Unless someone is dead, I don’t give a fuck.”

“Good afternoon to you too, Ivy.” Father Dominic sighed.

Looking at the phone, I saw the New York area code and groaned.

“Haven’t had coffee yet, Padre. What?”

“I see you are still Miss Congeniality. I’m calling to let you know that a Detective Robin Calloway is flying out to see you.”

Shit.

Sitting up, I rubbed my hand down my face.

“And how the fuck does she know where I’m at?”

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