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“You know I am.”

“I’m asking because if you have any doubts, I’ll take what I know to the grave.”

“I have doubts about everything, Conan. But not about Havoc. He might have gone about showing me he loved me in the most unconventional way, but he’s never hidden how he feltabout me. He’s never kept me a secret or downplayed what I am to him or to his brothers, even when I know I’m as far away as you can get from the regular biker chicks.”

“I think you fit in more than you realize.” He smirks.

“My point is, I’m always on Havoc’s side, and I’ll never do anything to hurt him.”

“Good. He deserves that.” He looks around to make sure we’re still alone before leaning closer. “After the shootout, he sent us a message that put us in play. We were ordered to capture Khan and wait for the rest of the men who took part in the shootout to return—one of them being Hachette, the sniper who shot up the RV. We took those who came back the second they were inside the gates. They tried to kill innocent people, Nevaeh. They didn’t deserve to wear Raven Souls cuts. I had no problem watching them die in them.”

He says nothing else, waiting for my reaction. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say. I’m not scared of how they were dealt with. I’m more scared that I feel nothing but satisfaction over it.

“You said some came here? What happened to them?”

“We were ready for them. Nobody on our side was hurt. We took them out as soon as they opened fire.”

I let out a shaky breath. “And Khan?”

He shakes his head. “Khan held all the answers about the missing girls and money, that’s why we planned to bring him back here, but when we went to retrieve him from his cell, we found him dead with his throat slit.”

“Oh shit.”

“Exactly,” he sighs.

Even though we needed answers from Khan, I can’t help but feel relieved that he’s gone. I relax then, not realizing how tense I was until now. “So it’s over?”

“Not quite.”

I look up at him and frown. “I don’t understand. Khan is dead. Hannibal is taking over, and the rest of the traitors are dead. How can it not be over?”

“Because one got away.”

“What? Who?”

“My brother.”

I whirl around at the sound of Havoc’s voice. “Driller escaped?”

He nods, looking tired.

I jump off my chair and hurry over to him. “You think he’ll come here to carry out Khan’s last wishes?”

“He won’t know he’s not president by default just yet. Soon, though, he’ll know that not only is Hannibal about to be president, but his old lady and kid also belong to him. That’s gonna piss him off. In his eyes, Lola is his property. He won’t accept Hannibal’s claim on her.”

“He’ll go after them first?”

“That’s my guess. Oh, he’ll come for me. He won’t ever let sleeping dogs lie. But his own club just turned their back on him and are ready to swear in someone else into a position he assumed would be his. Lola will be his primary target, especially while she’s pregnant. Then, it will be his club. We’ll be an afterthought in the grand scheme of things, but that doesn’t mean we can get complacent. Rats have a tendency to turn up when you least expect it.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Havoc

Iglance around the room; glad I left Nevaeh back at the compound despite her arguing with me. Things might have calmed down a little since Khan and the traitors were killed, but there is far too much unrest within this club for me to feel comfortable bringing her here.

I look around at all the familiar faces as Hannibal stands beside me with his face blank. Lola stands just in front of him, her head down. His hands rest on her shoulders as if waiting for her to run.

“Khan is dead. Driller is a marked man, and everyone else who thought it was acceptable to open fire on innocent civilians are also gone. What Khan did to this club was fucked-up, but none of you noticed. Or if you did, you let it slide. How it got this far, I don’t know, but it won’t be happening again. Not on my watch. Initially, I thought about disbanding this chapter altogether. The locals detest you. I’d be doing them a favor,” I point out, ignoring the protests. My gaze falls on Elmo, Byte, and Ferris, who are also standing at the side of the room quietly watching.

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