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“Great, you’ll be going in as our eyes and ears. Watching him, making sure he and his club don’t do anything stupid. We need information that will help us fucking find Scorpion. Think you can handle that? You know, as a patched member.” Chain studies my face. But I don’t cower like he wants me to. He’s testing me, and he doesn’t believe I will go through with it.

Charger slams another closed, enraged fist down, and we all jump in our seats.

“Jesus Christ, brother,” Tank responds.

Charger’s chair falls backwards, crashing to the ground as he stands abruptly. “No fucking way! No fucking way are you letting Venom walk and sending Angel into the lion’s den. Have you lost your mind?” His chest heaves with shallow, rapid movements.

Another puff of smoke swirls in the air, surrounding Charger. “Son, calm down and have a seat.”

“This is bullshit!”

“Have a fucking seat, now, boy,” Bullet demands. The staring match between our brother and our VP is enough to send chills through me.

Going into enemy territory is not something that sounds like fun, but if this is a way to prove myself, then I’ll go in with shiny bells on.

“I can do this.” I look over at Charger. “I appreciate your concern, but I want to do this—I can do this. If it’s going to help bring down Scorpion, then count me the fuck in. Besides, have you boys met me? I’m tough as shit.”

Charger breathes out a heavy sigh. “This is wrong… what he did to Jules, and you’re just going to let him walk.” Charger takes one last look at Chain, before we hear the sound of metal from his boots with each heavy step as he stomps out of the room. And we all watch him leave.

“He’ll be fine. Let him cool off. He’ll get over himself once he realizes this isn’t about him.” Chain cuts the end of his cigar. “Angel, I won’t be sending you in totally blind. I’ll put a tracker on both you and Venom. I’m sure Bullet will be able to whip something up.”

“Sure thing, I live for this shit.” Bullet grins with excitement. “Don’t worry, we’ll know where you are at all times.”

Crap. A tracker. If they track my phone, they’ll know when I go off on my meet and greets.

“Ultimately, Charger is right. I will be sending you into the lion’s den. Shit might get dangerous. Are you going to be up for that?” He wants me to back down, wants me to say no, but it’s not going to happen.

“What if they recognize her?” Tank scoots forward, concern laced across his features. I love my brothers for worrying about my safety. But they need to have confidence in me, and know I can handle myself.

“I don’t think anyone has ever seen her besides Scorpion and Venom. And considering Scorpion is currently out of the picture, I think she’ll be fine,” Chain clears his throat. “Look, I have a gut feeling he wants to see his President go down, and for some reason, my gut is also telling me he’s not our enemy at the moment.”

Good thing I never crossed paths with the Skulls.

“So, what exactly is my cover supposed to be? They aren’t going to welcome me into their club and slap a patch on my chest.”

Chain nods his head. “Guess you and Venom are going to have to fake a happy couple. And I do mean fake. He doesn’t lay a finger on you.” Chain points, the gesture directed at me.

Damn. I didn’t see that coming.

But if playing the dirty whore is what I have to do, then so be it.

FOUR

Angel

“I cannot believe Chain is making you do this. It’s crazy. No, it’s suicide.” Tequila hates it. Everyone hates it. But I’m doing this.

“If it’ll help us find Scorpion, ending all this bullshit, then I want to help.”

“I’m with Tequila. It’s like a death wish. I’ve seen that club, hung around those guys, and they’re heartless. Not to mention, I dated Venom.” Jules pretends to shiver. “The thought of you having to play nice with my ex-boyfriend makes me sick. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, I mean, is Chain forgetting Venom kidnapped you, Jules, and was going to help sell you off? And now Angel has to play his little whore. No offense… I know you’re not. Just saying.” Tequila tilts her shot back. “Another one, please, Jules.”

If she only knew.

“Better make that two.” A sharp breath parts my lips, and doubt starts to swirl in my mind.

I’m getting nervous. Anxious over the thought of not succeeding. I need to succeed. But I can pull this off… I think.

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