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“I think it would take more than a pair of boobs to cause a riot in this place.”

“Clearly, you’ve underestimated your tits,” he grins.

“I will kill you, Midas,” Havoc warns him.

Before Midas can answer back, Havoc’s cell phone rings. He grabs it from the pocket inside his cut. No name comes up on the screen, just a number, but I feel Havoc tense.

“I’ve gotta take this.”

He eases me off his lap, leaving me with Midas.

“So, pumpkins?”

“You gotta problem with that?”

“No, ma’am” he tells me with a grin.

“That’s what I thought.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Havoc

Ianswer the call once I know I’m alone. “Yeah.”

“They’re up to something. I don’t know what. I’m treated like any other prospect for now. They’re careful what they say, unless they are making jokes at your club’s expense to see how I react.”

“You safe to talk?”

“Filling up at the gas station a couple of miles away.”

“Alright. Tell me what your gut feeling is. Do I need to pull you out?”

“No, they’ve given me no indication I’ve been made. I’m good to stay. The top two are definitely up to something.” He avoids saying Khan and Driller’s names, which is smart even if he is alone.

“I’ve heard they’ve become a secretive pair anyway, dealing in things and keeping the others separate from it all.”

“Yeah, I noticed that, and even I know that’s not how it usually works. Most of the others don’t bat an eye over it, so I guess it is the norm for them. Though in the last few days, there seems to have been a bit of a shift.”

“What do you meanshift?”

“There is more of a divide present than I noticed before. I’m unsure if that’s new or if they just aren’t hiding it anymore, but it’s there. I won’t name names, not here, not now, but the top two appear to have fewer allies than I think they realize.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised. Clearly, they’re making decisions that are best for them, not for the club. On a side note, the bugs we placed aren’t getting shit. We get the odd, innocuous conversation every now and then, but that’s it. Haven’t heard them call church once.”

“They had church yesterday.”

I sigh. “They’re using a jammer. I don’t know if they found the bugs and left them there so we wouldn’t notice, or if they’re being extra cautious. But either way, they’re useless to us now.”

“Sorry, I don’t have more for you. Just…watch your backs. I have a bad feeling. I’m just not sure what it’s about.”

“I’ll talk to the guys. Stay safe. If it even looks like someone is onto you, bail.”

“Will do.”

Kieran hangs up, so I slip my cell back into my pocket and take a second to think over what he said. None of it is new information, but it’s interesting to hear about the divide. It means what Byte, Ferris, and Elmo said wasn’t just for effect. It gives me hope that I won’t have to wipe out the whole club—not that I’d ever be able to fully trust them again.

Hannibal walks out of the restroom as I turn to head back inside. He looks at me, asking a question with no words.

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