Page 66 of Darkness

“Okay, thanks. I needed that. Talk to you later.”

I wink at her as she saunters off down the ramp, heading inside.

Void stares at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “So what… you took her somewhere and fucked her for a couple of hours?”

I groan. “No… took her to Clearwater—”

“What? Why the fuck would you take her there? Nearly an hour away from the clubhouse and way too public. That’s too fucking far if you needed us.”

I roll my shoulders. “She needed something to relax.”

“Then take her to the back of the compound and fuck her. Don’t put us all in danger.”

“You done?”

He groans, waving his hand through the air. “Fucking yeah.”

“Good, ’cause while you’re busy flapping about like a bitch, I’ve been waiting to tell you I think we have an issue.”

Void pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s been waiting for shit to hit the fan. “Fucking hell… here we go.”

“I think Eva was made.”

He turns to me, eyes wide. “Of fucking course you do. The fuck were you thinking takin’ her out?”

“Trust me, I know what shit we’re in. If it was one of Andrés’s men…” I trail off because I know the consequences, as does he.

“Jesus, Nycto. Why weren’t you more careful?”

“Eva took off her helmet before I had a second to stop it. I figured once it was off, the damage was done. If we were being tailed, they would have seen her, so she may as well enjoy the beach.”

“Your fucked-up move might cost us all our lives, including Eva.”

He’s right. I have to get ahead of whatever might be coming. If one of Andrés’s men were in that car, I need help, and I need it now. But for the first time, I don’t think we can count on Miami. Hawk was crystal clear when he said his chapter would help with the cash, but that’s all. It’s time I finally do the right thing. My club is in danger because of my actions with Eva and Ivy. Now they could be in danger by being here.

I can’t risk Eva being hurt.

“I need to make a call,” I tell Void.

“Need me with you?”

“Nah, brother, this is something to face up to on my own.” Storming past him, I make my way inside the clubhouse, through to the Chapel. Closing the door behind me, I yank out my cell as I sit at the head of the table, dropping down onto my seat. Placing the cell on the table, I stare at it for a solid minute before dialing the number I need.

The call I’ve been dreading.

I hate that it’s come to this, but it’s a call I need to make.

It rings three times. “What have you done this time?” Torque’s gruff voice answers. Our National Club President sounds like he’s preoccupied.

Honesty is the best policy. Truth be told, I want to get straight to it. “I fucked up. Now we’re in over our heads.”

Torque pauses for a moment, then exhales. “Nycto, what exactly do you mean?”

I crack my neck to the side, my stomach clenching as I prepare to tell him everything. “You know how we transport packages from ships to the sellers or buyers… whatever the job calls for?”

“I’m not gonna fucking like this, am I?”

“While transporting my last shipment, I kept two of the packages. Told Andrés they got away from Dash, then drowned.”

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