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He fixes us with a pointed look. “In the meantime, keep working Seraphina and her friend. Charm them, seduce them, I don’t care what you have to do. Just get us the intel we need to cut Sally off at the knees.”

My stomach churns at the thought of manipulating Seraphina, using her growing trust in me as a weapon against her.

I square my shoulders, determined to let this be the way I get patched in. “Consider it done.”

Dixon claps me on the back as he rises, a glimmer of approval in his eyes. “I knew we could count on you two,”

I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself worthy of the patch, to earn my place in the club, even if it means selling my soul in the process.

Jolt and I slide out of the booth, ready to head back to the trenches of our undercover mission.

But as we turn to leave, Damon’s voice stops us in our tracks.

“And boys? Watch your backs out there. Sally’s a vicious cunt, but her daughter...” He shakes his head, something dark and haunted flickering in his eyes. “She’s got her ol’ man’s blood running through her veins. And if she’s anything like Lunatic was, she won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your skull if she sniffs out your true loyalties.”

A shiver races down my spine at the grim warning.

Jolt and I exchange a loaded glance, the weight of the danger we’re dancing with settling heavy on our shoulders.

But there’s no turning back now.

We’re in this until the bitter end, come what may.

With a final nod to our Prez and VP, we stride out of the bar and into the waiting night, ready to face whatever destiny has in store for us.

CHAPTER SIX

Seraphina

The heat of the afternoon sun beats down on my shoulders as I stride toward the sleek black town car waiting at the curb.

I slide into the cool backseat, letting out an exasperated sigh.

My driver glances at me in the rearview mirror as he merges into traffic.

“Everything all right, Miss Bernard?” he asks, his brow furrowing with concern.

I’m not in the mood for small talk. “Just fine, thanks,”

I stare out the window at the busy streets of Las Vegas flashing by, my irritation simmering just beneath the surface.

I drum my black-lacquered fingernails against the leather seat.

Mum is really starting to get under my skin lately, keeping me on a need to know basis like I’m some petulant child who can’t be trusted.

Where the hell did she get the nerve to treat me like this?

After everything I’ve done, all the sacrifices I’ve made for this family and our mission.

Who the hell does she think she is?

My jaw clenches.

I’m a grown woman, for Christ’s sake.

If we’re going to take down the Reapers Rejects MC once and for all, I deserve to be fully looped in.

No more of this cloak and dagger bollocks.

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