Page 78 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

I nodded. After all the shit that had hit the fan, the members of Black Storm deserved to know who was behind it all.

“I’m also going to try and make the traitor come forward, maybe ask the others for help. I want to understand his motives, then decide what to do with him. I think that’s the only way Black Storm can move forward.”

“You do whatever you think is best,” I encouraged Jake.

He was the leader of Black Storm. If there was anyone who could lead the gang through this rough patch, it was him.

“And I’m also going to apologize for being a shitty leader,” Jake added. “I’ve done a shitty job of protecting Black Storm. If I had paid more attention to things, if I had done my jobbetter, neither you nor Max would have had to put yourselves in danger.”

I frowned. “You’ve done everything you can. Max only tried to do his part. So did I.”

Jake said nothing, guilt and regret still apparent on his face. They were clear signs he cared so much about Black Storm. Couldn’t he see that was what made him such a good leader?

I was about to tell him so, when his phone rang.

“It’s Max,” he told me before answering the call, putting it on speaker. “Yup?”

“How’s Wade?” Max asked.

“I’m fine,” I answered. “Jake told me what happened to you. You probably look worse.”

Max snorted. “I don’t think so.”

“How’s the damage control going?” Jake asked.

“Well, we managed to take the video off YouTube and other video streaming sites,” Max answered. “Which means squat now that the TV networks have managed to get their own copies.”

“Can’t you just pay them not to air the video?” I asked.

“The bigger networks want a story,” Max answered. “My story.”

My forehead furrowed. “You mean they want you to admit that you’re in a motorcycle club and were in a fight with another club?”

“My PR team is still trying to come up with the best solution,” Max said.

Well, at least, he could afford a good one.

“Anyway, I’ll take care of it. You take care of yourself, Wade. No more solo missions.”

“I could say the same for you,” Jake said. “We all should be working together, not individually. It’s the only way we can take Clyde Roarke down.”

“Speaking of Clyde Roarke, I’ve already got a ton of info about him,” Max said. “He’s rotten as they come, but unfortunately, his daddy’s covering his ass.”

“I know,” I said. “He does drugs. He’s had people killed, even killed a few himself. He owns some secret club that auctions prostitutes.”

“All allegations,” Max said. “We need solid proof of his crimes, dirt that Rob Roarke won’t be able to cover up.”

I nodded. That was exactly why I went to the cabin. Surely, with all the bad things he’d been up to, there must have been something he let slip, something we could use as a noose to wrap around his neck.

“I’ll leave that to you and Wade then,” Jake said. “But no more reckless moves. I’ll deal with the Devils and…”

“What did you just say?” Max interrupted.

Jake drew a breath. “I said…”

“Not you, Jake. I was talking to Irina who just arrived. She said she found a note in the living room from Lauren.”

My eyebrows furrowed. A note? What note? It didn’t make sense for Lauren to leave one unless…

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