Page 90 of Suspicious

Smart move.We’re not here to shed blood—not yet, anyway.

That all depends on what the governor has to tell us.

I step past them, pulling out my device that helps with breaking digital codes. I hold it up to the lock on the gate, watch the lights flash from red to green in succession, then it beeps, and with a click of the gate, it lets us know it’s unlocked.

I grin at the two guards cockily, then shove forward, pushing open the iron with a creak that echoes through the night, stepping through with Bea by my side. “That was so fucking hot,” she whispers against my ear.

Smirking, I slide the device back into my pocket as South and Dutch stay back with the two guards to stop them from radioing in and the nine of us that are left, make our move for the house.

The mansion is only a few steps away, but it feels like the final mile before battle. A flicker of lights shimmers inside, and faintshadows move behind the windows. The governor doesn’t know we’re coming, but he will soon enough.

We stride quietly across the manicured lawn, the scent of freshly cut grass mixing with the smell of oil and leather from our cuts. The door looms ahead, and I feel a surge of adrenaline as I reach for the handle.

This is it—no turning back.

“Stay sharp,” Alpha whispers. “We go in, get what we need, and get out. No unnecessary heroics.”

We nod, every face grim and ready.

Pulling out my pick gun, I slide the tool into the door lock as the other guys keep guard. It works on the lock for a few seconds, and then that magic ‘click.’ The door opens, and we hesitate, but Alpha signals to draw our weapons, and I slide Bea to move her closer to Haven.

We don’t know what we’re walking into when we step inside. I have to know Bea will be taken care of, and Haven will do that for me.

Alpha signals, and slowly, we begin to edge inside, the darkness taking over. The light seems to be coming from upstairs, and he points to the staircase.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself as we make our way toward the staircase. The tension is thick as my breath becomes heavy, and every step feels like it could be our last if we’re not careful.Who knows what this asshole has in store for us.If he is capable of hacking into Bea’s app like this and stealing information for who knows what reason, this corrupt asshole could be capable of anything.

Staying close to Bea, I glance back at her and Haven. Haven’s eyes are sharp, scanning the room like she’s already plotting a dozen ways to take someone down if needed. Bea grips my arm for a second, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I nod, trying to focus on the mission and not on how much I want to get us allout of here in one piece.

Alpha takes the lead, his steps quiet but deliberate as he ascends the staircase. The rest of us follow, the floor creaking beneath us. We all halt, holding our breath with the anticipation of any sign we’ve been made. The sound is clear and evident in the almost silent mansion. But the house remains still. The faint hum of the air conditioning and the muffled noise from a television somewhere deep inside seems to be the distraction we need right now.

Montana and Ink take up the rear, keeping an eye on our six as we reach the top of the stairs. We pause, everyone waiting for Alpha’s next move. He glances at Rip, gesturing with his eyes, and he nods in understanding. We’ve done this a thousand times before. Silent communication between brothers is second nature to us.

Rip moves ahead, carefully testing the door handle to the first room. The door won’t budge. It’s visibly locked. He peers back at Alpha, who signals for us to continue. Cautiously making our way down the hall, my eyes dart to the framed photographs of the governor shaking hands with various important-looking people. Each picture is a reminder of the power he holds and how much we stand to lose if this goes fucking wrong.

With the faintest rustle of movement coming from behind another door, my hand tightens on my gun. I give Bea a look, trying to convey with my eyes that she needs to stay close, stay quiet. She nods, her expression serious, all traces of the playful flirtation from earlier gone.

We reach a set of double doors at the end of the hall. The light we saw from outside shines from beneath the old-fashioned, ornate white wood, a sliver of light cutting through the darkness.

This has to be it.

Alpha holds up his fist, signaling for us to stop.

We all freeze, the air thick with anticipation.

Alpha steps up, pressing his ear against the door, his face inches from the wood. Standing beside him, I hear the muffled sound of a voice inside, the governor’s, no doubt. He’s talking, but there’s no return from the conversation. It’s like he’s on the phone, his tone hushed and urgent.

Maybe he knows we’re here.

Maybe he doesn’t.

Either way, he’s about to find out.

Alpha gives the signal, and we brace ourselves. Maverick moves forward, his shoulder tense as he prepares to kick the door in. The moment hangs in the air, a split second stretched out like an eternity. Then, as Maverick brings his foot up, he slams it into the door, busting it open with a crash. Wood splinters fly off in all directions as we surge into the room, weapons drawn. Brothers filing in like a well-oiled machine.

The governor, a tall, thin man with graying hair and a pristine suit, stands behind his desk, a phone pressed to his ear. He spins to face us, dropping his cell in shock, his eyes wide as he takes in the sight of us.

Seven bikers, one assassin, and onereallypissed off Old Lady.

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