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I saw something in his eyes, like something in his brain clicked, and recognition registered. His eyes shifted from the ceiling to me.

“I need to talk to Beast before this goes any further. I’m not gonna say anything against the club.” He moved from the bed and dressed.

“It was a Brothers’ bike across the street, right?”

“I need to talk to Beast, Trixie. You don’t know shit.”

“The bike was parked in front of Al’s Barbershop.”

“Get dressed and come on.” He quickly moved to the door, not wanting the conversation to continue. “You’re a tricky little bitch, putting words into my mouth like that. He opened the door, saw Beast in the hallway, and said, “Wait a minute.” He closed the door and moved me against the wall. “You fucking lied about Gigi, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. My eyes shifted to the hands holding my arms. “Let me go, or I’ll scream.”

“Fucking bitch. You did lie. Gigi never said any of that shit.”

He left the room and walked past the others to the elevator.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Beast asked.

“Let that bitch explain.” The elevator doors opened, and he stepped on. Everyone else followed in silence.

“There’s a bar on the edge of town. I called, and it sounds like friendlies.” Beast glanced up at Diesel. “With all the carnage we’ve left behind, we need to keep a low profile this time.” He faced me. “You and I need to talk before we go inside.”

Skittles rode with Diesel, and I rode with Beast. I watched Skittles to see how jealous I could make her. She saw me moving my arms around his waist and even saw my hand drop to his crotch. I climbed off Beast's bike when we pulled into Treads, the biker bar. Skittles completely ignored me.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Beast said, grabbing my arm when I tried to join the others. “Not you.”

Skittles continued to ignore me and went inside. Beast led me around to the side of the building.

“You better fucking talk, or I unleash Diesel on your ass, and no matter what kind of fuck he gave you in that room, getting permission to take it a step further will be the end of your ass.” He pushed me against the building and held me there.

“You bikers are all the same, pushing women around like you own us.” I curled my bottom lip at Beast, and his eye twitched, rage building in his soul. “You don’t own me.”

Beast chuckled and took a step back, releasing my arms. “We don’t hit our women or anyone else’s. But when it comes to dealing with a snitch, the sex doesn’t matter. The punishment will fucking be harsh. So, talk, or he splits you open.”

I told him about Kristen and how I thought the club was responsible for her death. Diesel had already relayed it all to him.

“So you don’t know shit.”

“Cinder was at the hotel after Diesel left,” I said. “His bike was parked across the street in front of his father’s barbershop. He waited inside the barbershop for Diesel to leave.”

“How the fuck do you know that? So what? He was visiting his father.” Beast began to walk away—club before justice.

“I got my hands on security video from one of the stores nearby. It shows that asshole walking into the hotel from the barbershop. The Holiday Inn footage shows him going to the elevator.”

“You have all this information. Why not go to the authorities with it?” He came back and waited for an answer. “You want your own revenge.”

“What if Cinder killed her? What then? The club does nothing. I thought you assholes didn’t hurt women.” I poked him in the chest. “You’re the President of that cluster-fuck, which means you’re responsible.” I didn’t want to shed one fucking tear in front of the man, but I couldn’t turn off the waterfall that had begun.

“Is she right, Marcus?” Skittles joined us and handed me a tissue.

“I need to talk to Cinder and see what the fuck is up.” Beast walked away for a moment. “Diesel swears up and down he didn’t hurt the woman.”

“I believe, Diesel,” Skittles said. “He wouldn’t hurt a woman. He’s not like that. Cinder? I don’t know.”

“We need to get this Boston thing out of the way first. We gave Diesel our word we’d help, and that’s what we do.” He took out his phone.

“If you tell him now, without being there, he’ll try and cover his tracks,” Skittles said.

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