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You’re giving her hope—right now, you can’t give that to her.

Frustrated, I throw the phone to the floor and fall on my back, staring up at the bedroom ceiling.

What the fuck am I doing?I’ve let the best thing that ever happened to me go. What if she gives up on me and finds someone else? That thought causes my stomach to fall, and I wipe those thoughts away as quickly as they form. If I keep thinking this way, I’ll drive myself insane, and I can’t afford to do that. My men need me, and I need them.

We need to catch these fuckers. Only then can my life can go back to normal. And hopefully, Serena will have me back.

But it all depends on what we find out in the morning.

Chapter Twelve

HARLEY

“You sure this is it?” I ask Stanford, who’s also crouched down behind the trees with me.

“Yeah, Prez, I’m sure.”

Staring up at the house again, I can’t help but think how normal it appears. I expected a house that’s was falling apart and unkempt, but this house isn’t. I mean, it’s not the best-looking house, but it is neat. The lawns are even taken care of.

A few of us hide behind the bushes, each dressed in black jumpers and gloves. The plan is that Tom, Wave, and I head through the front and Snake, Curly, and Stanford head around the back. This way, we cover all exits.

Two cars are parked out front, but not the van that was seen the night of the shooting.

“Ready, boys?” I ask.

They all have bandanas around their nose and mouth, concealing their appearance. I pull mine over my face, ensuring it sits snugly over my mouth and nose. With my hand actions, I give instructions to get into our spots.

Ensuring we keep low, we run to our designated areas with guns in our hands. I’ve told my boys not to hesitate if anyone shoots, they need to take them down. I don’t want to lose any more brothers.

Once we reach the door, I glance at Tom and nod. He nods back. I take a breath, then kick the door down. Tom and Wave walk in ahead of me to protect their president. The outside may seem nice, but the inside of this house is a dump.

Immediately, the house is in total chaos.

We find four men standing in the kitchen cooking up some drugs. My eyes immediately fall on the man from the video, and as he pulls a gun from the back of his pants, my men kick down the door, causing more surprise.

I run and push him back with the force of my entire body. He falls to the floor, his gun flying out of his hand and rattling on the tiles.

The three other men raise their guns and start shooting, but my men are faster.

Wave shoots one of them in the leg, causing him to fall flat on his ass, crying out in pain as he holds his foot. The other two men pause while their other hand is up, displaying they are ceasing fire and are at our mercy.

Curly has Pedro with his hands behind his back, shoving him to the couch.

He scans me and smirks. “Looks like you found us, haven’t you?”

Striding toward him, I smash my fist in his face, and his head rams back against the couch, his nose now bleeding.

He laughs, wipes off some of the blood, and looks at it. “Someone has a bad temper.”

“I’m guessing you know who I am?” I growl as my men grab the other men and push them on the couch beside him. The man who was shot is still crying out in pain, his Spanish taking over his words. I can’t understand all of what he is saying, but I recognize ‘motherfucker,’ and ‘you will pay.’

Pedro smirks, blood running down his nose to his mouth. “Si, I know who you are. You’re the man who got away with his life.”

“Tell me who gave you the order,” I shout.

Laughing, he shakes his head. “No can do. I can’t give you that information… they will kill me.”

“I’mgoing to kill you if youdon’ttell me.” Stepping closer, I place the end of the gun to his temple and warn, “Tell me, or you’re dead.”

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