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“If we don’t give the TV crew what they want, then we are going to have to give them back all of the advance and then be expected to be sued for breach of contract. Being interviewed is non-negotiable.” Yarder’s eyes connected with mine. “If the crew approaches you to be interviewed, then you slap a smile on your face and get your ass interviewed.”

“You want me to tell them what’s going on?” I asked. I cocked my head to the side. “Or am I spinning some bullshit to them?”

“Spin the bullshit on them, Fade. You’re not the only one who doesn’t like the cameras. Just suck it up.”

I held up my hands. “Fine, fine. If that chick wants an interview, an interview is what I’ll give her.”

“Oh boy,” Smoke laughed. “Something tells me this is going to be interesting.”

“Adalee,” Pirate added. “Her name is Adalee.”

I glanced at him. “You got a thing for Adalee?” I asked.

Pirate shook his head. “Nah, just think she deserved to be called by her name, not chick.”

“I’ll see if I can remember that,” I drawled.

“While Compass gets in contact with Russ, the rest of us just need to keep our eyes open. You see even the smallest thing as off, fucking find out what is going on. The girls don’t go anywhere unless one of us is with them. I don’t think it’s beneath Gibbs and Boone to go after the girls to get to us.” Yarder made eye contact with each of us. “Boone and Gibbs are not going to get one up on us again.” Yarder slammed the gavel on the table. “Stay safe, guys.”

“Safe my ass,” Dice mumbled. “We need just to blow up these guys’ mansions and call it a fucking day.”

I patted Dice on the shoulder. “If only this shit were that easy,” I laughed. If we just blew these guys to oblivion, we were going to have the police on our asses.

“Fade,” Yarder called. “I don’t expect to hear from Adalee again about not being able to get an interview from you.”

I saluted Yarder.

“Oh,” Dice laughed. “She fucking ratted you out to Yarder.”

I pulled my shades over my eyes. “If she wants an interview, I’ll fucking give her one.”

Chapter Six

Adalee

“Where is he going?”

I was halfway out of my car when Fade waltzed out of the clubhouse straight to his bike and threw his leg over. He cranked up the bike, revved the engine while making eye contact with me, and then slid his sunglasses over his eyes.

“That looks like a challenge to me,” Mark laughed.

“I’m following him,” I decided instantly.

“You want us to come with?” Garett asked.

I shook my head and got back in my car. “No, just stay here. Get some more footage of the garage. Talk to Yarder about what the new garage is going to look like. We can try to hook some people who are into building and home improvements with that.”

“What are you going to do when you catch up to Fade?” Garett asked.

“I’m going to make him see that giving me an interview is the only way we are going to end this.” I slammed my door and cranked up my Beetle. I rolled down the window as I backed up. “Get whatever footage you can, and I’ll check in with you guys later.” I really had no clue what the hell I was going to do. I just knew something had to be done.

“Be careful,” Garett called.

I waved and shifted into drive as Fade rocketed out of the parking lot.

I wasn’t about to let him get away this time.

I pressed down on the accelerator and the Beetle responded with a low rumble as I followed him onto the main road. Fade was driving fast, weaving through traffic with the kind of reckless abandon that would have terrified a less determined driver. But I was more than determined—I was on a mission.

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