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“It’s the burden of being the better looking twin.”

“Asshole.”

“We might get lucky.She might have failed to kill him.”

“How would that make us lucky?” he asks.

But I don’t haveto answer him with words. One look and Hunter gets it. He shakes his head.

“If I endup in prison, Juliette will kill you and then she’ll find a way to get into prison and kill me.”

“We won’t. He’s some religious nut. If she didn’t kill him, how hard could it be to get the job done?”

Hunter grimaces.

“The faster weget the job done, the faster we can get to Wyatt,” I remind him. “Let’s move.”

My brother nods.Even if he doesn’t always agree with me, I know I can rely on him.

Chapter Fourteen

HAWK

Juliette: How is the ride?

Me: Ryder in trouble.

Juliette: Again?

Me: You’re one to talk.

Juliette: Miss you, babe. Come home soon…

My brother is out of his fucking mind if he thinks I have any interest in the skinny mixed race woman he has in Brinley’s custody. Every time I’m away from home my mind remains thoroughly fixated on Juliette. I miss her.

I can’t be too angry with Ryder for taking me away from her since this incident in the desert requires immediate action from the club. But I question the necessity of this detour.

“I don’t have a bike,” Ryder says.

“Brinley rides,” I tell him. “Get her keys and borrow the bike. It’ll be easier to get rid of than one of ours.”

Ryder readily agrees. It’s a lot easier to toss a bike you haven’t put blood, sweat and tears into fixing up. He heads to the back and spends a few minutes extracting those bike keys from Brinley and saying goodbye to that tiny woman he found out in the desert.

Ryder…Despite his view of the world, he’s always had several fine ass women chasing after him and if I allegedly stole any of them, he quickly replaced them with one to three more. I am way more focused on my wife, the club, and my family than the past. Can’t blame Ryder for clinging to parts of it. I’ve heard it’s what happens in prison.

“I got her address,” he says, showing me Brinley’s bike keys as he walks back in my direction.

“Great. Did she give you a plan?”

“She poisoned him. We scout the place, see who’s kicking around. You can walk the neighborhood, find a newspaper and see if there’s an obituary.”

“Or I could use my phone. You weren’t in prisonthatlong. What’s his name?”

“Seth Overton.”

I look it up.

“No obituary.”

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