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Wire led them through the front door of the Havlin Motorcycle Parts shop. She slipped past him and stopped inside, looking at Brooke—who was in no better condition than her.

There wasn't a dry spot on either one of them, yet she felt exhilarated from the dash down the street.

Brooke laughed, holding out her arms. Her shirt had become misshapen due to the moisture and hung off her shoulder.

Wire closed the door.

Simultaneously, a series of tinkling glass shattering on concrete echoed in Cora's ears, and the shop's expansive glass windows sprayed into the building.

"Get down," yelled Wire a second before he tackled her, taking her to the floor. "Brooke, crawl to me."

Men filled the room. Black boots ran past her.

On the floor, Cora stared into Wire's eyes. She didn't have to ask if those were bullets that broke the windows. The truth was written all over his face.

Chapter Seventeen

BANE BUSTED THROUGH the clubhouse door with Daisy tucked against his side. Wire met his MC brother's gaze. Once all the women were secured in the clubhouse, he needed to get out there and hunt down Los Li.

He took the drive-by shooting as a direct threat toward Havlin Motorcycle Club and Cora.

The shooting occurred as he escorted Cora into the building. There was no such thing as a coincidence.

Bane brought his wife over and sat her beside Cora. The two women hugged. Wire understood why Daisy would comfort another woman going through a traumatic time. It hadn't been that long ago that Daisy was going through her own shit. She'd survived and walked away stronger and more devoted to supporting her husband and his place within the club.

A fire was lit inside him. He wanted Los Li out of Seaglass Cove.

"Are you okay?" asked Daisy.

"Yeah." Cora's chin trembled. "I don't know why I'm shaking."

"It doesn't help that you're all wet." Daisy rubbed Cora's arms through the blanket that was wrapped around her. "Why don't I see if there are any clothes around—"

"I have clothes in my van." She chattered. "I'll change as soon as I can go outside."

"You're not going out." Wire stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, motioning for Brett.

The other biker jogged over. "Need something?"

"Run outside—" He bent over to talk to Cora. "Do you have your keys on you?"

She loosened the blanket and grabbed the purse on the table. "He just needs to push the button. There are sweatshirts and joggers in the cabinet at the back of the van, across from the bathroom. I don't care which ones he gets. They don't even have to match."

He handed the key fob to Brett. "Did you hear?"

Brett dipped his chin. "Be right back."

The door leading to the shop opened. Jagger walked into the room and yelled, "I need five or six of you to nail up the plywood and clean up the glass."

Maverick walked out of the hallway, looked around, and came to Wire. "Are we riding?"

"We're waiting for Dio, Link, and Cord." He looked around the room. "Where's your family?"

Brooke had been with him and Cora when the drive-by happened. As soon as it was safe to stand up and go into the clubhouse, Brooke darted off to find Skye and make sure she was okay.

"Brooke is keeping Skye in one of the bedrooms. There's a couple of other women and kids in there, too." Maverick glanced at Cora. "They'll come out when we ride off. She doesn't want Skye around club business."

He nodded in understanding.

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