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“Fuck.” Somehow, someone had made it onto my property unnoticed and vandalized her fucking car. “This shit has to end.” I shook my head and looked at Laura, taking her hand in mine. “I’ll deal with it later.” I tugged her to my bike. “I promise, Laura.”

She nodded silently and squeezed my hand.

“We have to go.” I handed her the spare helmet and within seconds we were on the road, headed to the clubhouse.

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It made no sense that Rocky would call me now when he and Diesel should be doing business with the Vipers MC, and I wondered what had happened. There was a shipment of guns reserved for them and the fact that I was called in meant something had gone wrong.

The parking lot was full of strange bikes and the clubhouse buzzed with activity when we arrived, which was yet another bad sign. Usually, when a deal went down, the place was empty if we met at the clubhouse. Most of the time, though, we chose a neutral location. Something was seriously fucking wrong.

“What’s going on?” Laura asked in a whisper.

“No fucking clue. Stay here. I’ll be back.”

She nodded her agreement as I walked off.

But that wasn’t enough assurance and I stopped and turned back to her. “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t. I promise”

“Okay.” I nodded and headed to the back where I knew my prez would be with the Vipers. “What the fuck is going on?” All eyes swung to me. Relief flashed in Diesel’s and then Rocky’s eyes. Annoyance and distrust appeared in the others. “Well?”

Rocky stepped forward and shoved his hands deep in his jeans. “These assholes seem to think that you’re an informant for the cops and that’s why they called off the deal to buy the guns they fucking asked for.” He said the last few words extra loud to make sure the Vipers heard him.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but couldn’t help the laughter that spilled from my lips. “Me? A fucking informant? What moron fed them that lie?” My gaze swung to Silver Bullet, the president of the Vipers MC, and bore into him to make sure he knew I thought he was a fucking idiot.

He shrugged, unbothered by my insult. “That’s the word on the street, and I can’t take that risk.”

Anger pulsed through my veins at the goddamn insulting accusation. “Look, man, if you guys don’t have the money to buy the guns, just say that. Not every MC is cut out for business.”

“You little shit.” Silver Bullet lunged in my direction, but his men stood between us.

I crossed my arms and smiled. “It’s all right if you guys are having money problems.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Enough!” Diesel was at his limit, and I couldn’t say I blamed him.

I closed the distance between me and Silver Bullet until we were chest to chest, our gazes locked on each other. “You think I’m a CI?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I do.”

“Then you’re either really fucking stupid, or just a dumb fuck who doesn’t realize that whoever told you that is fucking with your head. You ever think that maybe they want the guns, or worse, want you unarmed?” These fucking guys were too eager to fuck up this deal and it didn’t make sense.

Silver Bullet’s grin stretched across his face. “And who says we don’t have another seller lined up?”

I laughed and shook my head. “You don’t. And you won’t when word gets around that your word means shit. In fact, I’m willing to bet that nobody will want to do business with you after that gets around.”

“Are you threatening me, boy?”

I grinned. “No, I’m just telling you exactly what the fuck is going to happen if you don’t buy these fucking guns.” I stared the asshole down until he took a step back and turned to Diesel.

“I’m not the only one who’s heard it.” He shrugged, but fear tightened his mouth.

“Then be a fucking man and tell us where you heard it.”

“I’m not a fucking snitch.”

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