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Glaring at me, my best friend sighed. “I want that tattooed on your fucking forehead.”

Grinning, I muttered, “How about my ass? That way, if I ever fuck up again, you have my permission to kick it.”

When he said nothing, I added, “I mean it, Ghost. Remi knows everything. Everyone does. War is coming, and I need you at my side where you belong.”

“What about the files Pops left?”

“Not forgetting about them, but Phantom and Sypher need more time. We have to give them that.”

“And this shit with Montana and his club?”

I took a deep breath and said, “I don’t know. Shit isn’t looking good for him. Remi wants me to challenge him for his seat. She thinks it’s the only way and what Pops wanted.”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m screwed either way. I do nothing and that fucker will continue to dig his hole deeper. I take his seat and that opens a whole slew of other problems.”

“You can’t save him if he doesn’t want to be saved. You are not responsible for what he does, Max.”

“I know that, but I can’t sit by and let what happened to us happen to him. It’s not right and you know it.”

Ghost smirked, shaking his head. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

“Damn near losing everything opened my eyes. Which reminds me, I’m calling off the hunt for Thena Hartley. Remi asked me to let her live in peace.”

“She say why?”

“Only that she promised her.”

“You know if you go after the chair, Montana will fight you every step of the way, right?”

I nodded. “Yep. I do know that.”

“How did you come up with that idea?”

Looking at Ghost, I grinned. “I didn’t. Mercy did.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Remi

“Remi!”

Rolling my eyes, I shouted, “In the kitchen, Ink.”

It was nothing new for any one of the club members, wives, or kids to run into my house. Like the clubhouse, my house had a revolving door everyone utilized often.

Sitting on a stool in front of the kitchen island, I smiled when one of my best friends walked in. Ink and I became really good friends during the last months of my pregnancy with Jesse. It just so happened, around that time, Ink was shot in the stomach while he helped Bullseye and a few others rescue Layla, Bullseye’s sister. Those were dark days back then, but like most of us, we survived it all.

While Ink convalesced, we spent many hours watching movies, reading gossip magazines, and just enjoying spending time with each other. We quickly learned we had a lot in common and our friendship grew from there. So, I wasn’t surprised when he walked into my kitchen and frowned.

“Woman,” he huffed, marching over to my refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of apple juice out of it. “Are you trying to get me killed?”

“It’s just one cup.”

Removing my hot cup of coffee and replacing it with the bottle of apple juice, he sighed. “Don’t care. You know the rules.”

“He’s not even here.”

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