Page 94 of Fighting a Riot

Volt nodded. “You’re right. Hell, he gives me the heads up when they go on sale since we use them every so often.”

Blood blew out a breath while shaking his head. “You’re right, Volt. It’s not anyone inside the club.”

Yak guzzled some water and took his glass to the bar. His brothers were right. Everything they’d said made sense. The Devil Lancers were behind this, and they couldn’t infiltrate the Riot. That was crazy.

Yak rolled over and felt Nora’s hand roving his back.

“Not that you need me saying so, but you have fabulous tats, Yak,” she murmured.

A lazy grin spread across his face as he looked at her. “I’m glad you like them. What time is it?”

She smiled. “Quarter after ten. I should have let you keep sleeping.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her on top of him. “It’s all right. Needed to talk to you first thing today.”

Her body stiffened. “Really?”

“Yeah. Prime and one of the dancers were attacked last night.”

She leaned up to look him in the eye. “Oh God, are they okay?”

He sighed. “Prime has a concussion. Ava… last I heard before I came to bed was that they had to put her in a medically induced coma.”

“That’s awful!”

He gave her a squeeze. “Yeah. All that means you aren’t going anywhere today.”

Her lips twisted to the side. “Good thing I didn’t have anywhere to be today.”

That earned her a light swat to her ass. “Smart ass, let's see if there’s some breakfast downstairs.”

In the common room, a large McDonald’s bag held over half-a-dozen breakfast sandwiches. He and Nora settled at the bar with Lisa, Rage, Trixie, and Roll to eat their food.

“This is some bullshit,” Trixie muttered around her glass of orange juice.

Rage glowered at her. “Anything that keeps my woman safe isn’t bullshit, Trix.”

The front door opened and Turk followed Prime inside.

“What are you doin’ here? Shouldn’t you still be under observation?” Trixie asked.

Turk sauntered to the bag of food. “They let him go. But we get to wake his ass up every four hours.”

Prime grabbed a sandwich out of the bag, slowly shaking his head. “I’m going upstairs.”

“I’m glad he’s okay,” Nora murmured.

“Yeah,” Yak whispered.

He needed to get his suspicions under control. Blood, Turk, and Volt may have ruled out any traitors, but his gut said something was still off.

“He really good to be here?” Roll asked. “We don’t want to call an ambulance out here.”

Turk nodded. “Yeah. Talked to the doctor. He makes it through to this evening without puking or other shit, he can work tomorrow.”

“He doesn’t have a shift today or tomorrow,” Yak muttered.

Turk shrugged. “Whatever. He should be fine.”

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