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There is a moment of silence before he clears his throat. “It wasn’t from me,” he murmurs.

What the actual fuck?

I cannot imagine what the fuck is happening or why.

“I think it’s time we have a little meeting,” Atomic murmurs. “They on their way back?” he asks.

Glancing down at my phone, I check the map and see her dot moving straight for the clubhouse. At least there’s fucking that.

“They’re on their way,” I say, confirming his question.

Neither of us speaks for a long moment. Then he clears his throat. “Nash there with you?”

“Yeah,” I grunt.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Do not let Wackie leave the bar when they get there.”

Without another word, he ends the call. I jerk my chin toward Nash, and my brows furrow together. He jerks his chin toward me. I watch as he lifts a bottle of beer to his lips and then grins.

“I’ll be right fucking here waiting for them. In fact, I think we should amass the troops that are here. He needs to be fucking afraid, is what he needs. If he’s not dirty, he won’t be. If he is, he’ll be shitting his pants.”

Nash is right.

I keep one eye on my phone, watching her little blue dot make its way closer to me. It doesn’t take us long to wake the men. They’re all on edge anyway from our vote and the fact that we’re going to go to war. It’s been a fuck of a lot recently, and it’s only going to get worse.

Guts is the last one up, and by the time we make it into the bar, I can breathe a sigh of relief because her blue dot inches even closer. She’s driving down the road and heading straight to the building.

The bar is full of sleepy men. All of us are ready for the next big thing that will come our way. I’m not sure it will be this morning, but I’m prepared if it is. The door slowly opens, and Wackie walks inside, holding it for Dillion.

Her eyes meet mine, she drops her bag to the floor and without another word, she hurries toward me. I don’t wrap her in my arms the way I want to. Instead, my focus is on Wackie.

When Dillion approaches, I wrap my arm around her waist and guide her to my side. I can’t let Wackie out of my sight. I’m still not sure if I can trust him. I want to say yes, but I’ve been wrong before.

“Who did you talk to?” I ask as soon as Wackie is close enough to hear.

He is smiling, not in any kind of conniving way, but genuinely. He’s also looking around and appears to be slightly confused.

“I talked to Fate.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

DILLION

As I stand beside Humble,my eyes scan the room. There are a lot of men standing around for almost four in the morning. I’m not sure what’s happening, but they’re all staring at Wackie, and I have a feeling it’s not good.

“Where is Fate?” Humble asks.

Wackie shrugs a shoulder. “I have no clue. He called me, though. He's the enforcer, and I wanted to follow the rules.”

Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times as I try to think of a way out of this room. The testosterone is so thick that I am practically choking on it. But at the same time, I want to know if I was in any danger. I’m thinking I may have been.

Before I can even take another breath, the door opens, and in waltz Atomic, King, Gnaw, and Brew. It’s all the men who are married, but I don’t see their women or this elusive Fate.

Although, I wouldn’t know what he looked like anyway. I don’t really know anyone here that well. The only reason I recognize the ones I do is because I’ve become friends with their wives.

“Go up to my room and get some sleep. I’ll be there in a few. Lock yourself inside. I have the key,” Humble murmurs.

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