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Every biker here pulls their gun, aiming at the door in unison.

Oh God, not again.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

NYCTO

Aiming my gun at the door, I tense, waiting for whoever the fuck it is to walk through.

“Calm your tits, brothers. We have some business that needs tending to.” Torque strolls in, holding his hands up as if to placate us.

I gesture to the boys to lower their weapons, and everyone drops their guns. It’s not every day you get a visit from the National Club President. He’s come a long way, but this isn’t your average drop-in-for-a-beer kind of stopover.

I let go of Eva and walk over to Torque, his tall frame meeting mine. “Pres,” I say in greeting and shake his hand.

He cracks his neck as he exhales. “You understand why I’m here, Nycto?”

“I do.”

“Then you know I need to take action.”

“What’s he talking about, Nycto?” Eva asks, cuddling into my side.

With a glance at her, I smile but turn back to Torque. “I understand. I’ll take whatever the brotherhood sees as a fit punishment.”

Eva gasps. “What? No! Nycto, what does this mean?”

I signal to Void. He steps up and takes hold of Eva, then starts dragging her away from me, Trixie trying to talk her down the whole way.

“Nycto, no! Tell me what’s going on.”

“Close your eyes, Eva. Whatever happens next, keep your eyes closed.”

Eva lets out a gut-wrenching sob as she clings to Void.

The sight tears at my chest.

She shouldn’t have to witness this.

Torque nods his approval at me as my brothers all stand around on edge. I dip my chin, letting him know I’m ready for whatever he’s about to dish out. He stares me down.

I deserve this.

I put my club in danger.

Two brothers and a hangabout died, and many were injured.

I must pay for my sins.

It’s his job to dish out the punishment.

I will take this like a man, whatever is coming.

Torque’s nostrils flare, and he sends out a whistle. My brow furrows as Hurricane from the New Orleans Chapter walks through the door. I roll my shoulders. I haven’t seen him for ages, though it’s not like the presidents cross paths all that much. I’m not entirely sure what Torque is playing at here.

Then, movement at the door catches my attention as Sin from Vegas strolls through, followed by Alpha, Gunner, Six, and Zero.

Oh shit.

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