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Brett came back with clothes. Cora got up and handed the blanket to Wire. He tossed it on the table and led her to one of the empty bedrooms.

Shutting the door, he rubbed the back of his neck. Cora stripped off her wet clothes, leaving her bra and panties on.

She lifted her leg to put on her pants and stumbled. He was in front of her before she could fall.

"Hang on to me." He kneeled and held the pants, letting her put her feet in.

"Sorry." She pulled the pants up and over her hips. "I'm shaking."

"You need to get warm."

She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and sighed. "God, that feels good."

She slipped on her shoes and picked up her wet clothes.

"Do you think you can drink a coffee now?" he asked.

"Probably."

"Good." He led her out of the room.

Once he had her back at the table beside Daisy, he got a cup of coffee and put some whiskey in it. That would get her warm in no time.

"Let's ride," shouted Jagger. "Three minutes."

He returned to Cora. "There's whiskey in the coffee. Drink it. It'll calm the stress."

"I don't want—"

"Sip on it, babe." He hooked her neck and kissed her forehead. "Stay inside. If you need anything, ask someone here. I'll be back when I can."

She grabbed his hand. "Be careful."

"Always." He pressed his lips to her forehead again. "I won't let anything, or anyone take me away from you."

He walked out of the clubhouse and joined the other riders.

"Listen up." Jagger walked in front of the long line of black motorcycles. "Every three riders going down the line will ride together." He stopped at the beginning of the line. "Take Highway 101." He moved down. "Waterfront to the bluff." He stepped in front of Wire, Dio, and Cord. "Stick close to downtown. I want every road patrolled, including the clubhouse."

As Jagger issued instructions, Bane followed behind him, presenting a piece of paper to each group of riders.

The shooter was seen driving a black Cadillac Escalade on the club's security camera.

"Keep your eye out for any black car. Los Li tends to stick with high-end vehicles, but they're always black." Bane dipped his chin at Wire. "I know you're running hot, brother. But keep your head."

"I've got his back," said Dio.

Two minutes later, he rode the streets of Seaglass Cove. He had to remind himself to slow as they cruised past the tourists. To him, everyone was guilty. Los Li could be anyone, walking along the street, shopping, watching the ocean, and looking straight at him without a care.

Someone got damn close to hurting Cora. Too fucking close.

He completed the perimeter and circled his hand in the air to keep going to the others. There were at least twenty black vehicles parked at various spots throughout town. But no Escalade.

But Los Li couldn't hide forever.

Eventually, they'd come out of hiding. They'd need to move. They'd need to face the Havlin Motorcycle Club members.

And when that happened, holy hell was going to break loose.

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