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“I guess your money isn’t good enough for her, pretty boy.”

I stopped. What did he just say? Did he just mention my money? But how would he know about that? Not even the other members of Black Storm did.

My thoughts went back to the note that was left on my bike. I was being targeted. Was it because the Devils had found out who I really was? How?

“Too bad,” Harry went on. “Someone told me she moans like a whore in bed. Puts out like one, too.”

I swallowed. As much as the insult to Lauren stung, it answered my question. Only one man would have known what Lauren was like in bed and would have the lack of decency to brag about it.

Clyde Roarke.

Now, everything made sense. He must have found out who I was and considered me an obstacle in his path, so he tried to use thisrace to crush me. That also explained the famous rider who must have been paid to race me and his expensive bike.

I frowned. So Clyde Roarke was working with the Devils after all.

I turned around, my fists clenched. I wanted to punch Clyde Roarke so hard right now, but since he didn’t have the courage to show his face, I would just have to make the leader of the Devils regret his decision to pair up with that Roarke piece of scum. That, and I was going to make him pay for talking shit about Lauren. And messing with me.

Harry smirked. “You know what else I heard? I…”

I rammed my fist into his face, the sound of his voice cut off by the crunch of his cheekbone beneath my knuckles.

Who was the real devil now?

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lauren

“Max?”

I gasped as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the bandage on the back of Max’s head. He had a cut on his lip as well, and bandaged fists. And a slight limp.

It was definitely not the state I expected to see him return in.

“What the hell happened?” I asked as I approached him, wanting to take a closer look at his injuries.

Jake placed a hand on his lip and frowned. “I’d like to know as well.”

Max glanced at me and gave a sheepish grin as he scratched his head. “I fell off a ladder while I was installing one of the cameras in the driveway.”

Jake grunted. “Like hell.”

Max slapped Jake’s back. “You remember that ladder Wade was supposed to fix? I thought he did, but I guess he didn’t. You know, that wooden ladder I used when I tried to get a cat off our roof once?”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “A cat?”

“Yeah. That neighbor’s cat with the red collar. Little devil.”

Jake nodded. “Oh. That cat.” Then he frowned again. “Didn’t I tell you that ladder was broken?”

Max’s eyebrows furrowed. “You did?”

Jake sighed. “Well, I guess we’ve all had a lot of stuff on our minds lately. But hey, at least you’re still in one piece.”

He patted Max on the shoulder. Max shrugged.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

Maybe, but I wasn’t convinced he had an accident, nor did I miss that meaningful side glance Max gave Jake.

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