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I should probably be embarrassed, but I’m too tired to care. Instead, after thanking him, I drop it to the floor and kick off the other before straddling Havoc and tucking my head against his neck. He relaxes further under my submission, his talented fingers trailing up and down my spine in a soothing gesture.

I let them talk everything through, not paying a lick of attention as I start to drift off. I’m glad it was the RV they targeted. If they’d noticed me alone on the deck, would they have targeted me instead? I can only imagine Havoc’s anguish if I were killed, and maybe that’s the point. I might be the target, but Havoc is the prize.

Thank God none of the girls were out there with me. I would have never forgiven myself if they got hurt.

I bolt upright, almost clipping Havoc’s chin with my head. “The girls. Legs, Lil, and the others. Has anyone spoken to them?” I ask turning to face the table.

I see something dawn on Midas’s face, something that looks an awful lot like regret. Before he can act on it, Kruger answers, “Legs and Lil were at the pawn shop. I grabbed them and sent them upstairs. The rest of the girls are in the kitchen.”

“Oh, thank God. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to them. Not after everything they’ve already been through.”

“They didn’t make an attempt anywhere else. They were never in danger,” Midas says. Something tells me it’s to absolve himself of his guilt.

“No, thankfully Legs decided not to go to the clinic because she’s feeling better,” I say sarcastically, even though she’d have never been there at this time of night.

“She’s sick?” Midas sits upright.

“She’s had that sickness bug that’s been going around. Doesn’t she work for you? Haven’t you noticed?”

He mumbles something and storms off.

“That man needs high fiving in the face with a chair,” I snarl before settling back down against Havoc’s chest.

“It’s been a long night, cupcake. Why don’t you rest a little and when we’re finished here, we’ll head on up to bed. We can check in on the girls if you want first.”

“Okay,” I agree on a whisper, my eyes already drifting closed.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Havoc

An hour later, long after Nevaeh passed out in my lap, we finally decide to call it a night.

As Crane and Kruger stand up to leave, G walks through the door, heading toward us.

His eyes turn gentle when they spot Nevaeh. “She okay?”

“Yeah. Once the shock wore off, she fell asleep. Amity?”

“Same.”

As G takes a seat, Kruger and Crane look at me, silently asking if I want them to stay.

“Might as well hear what G has to say.”

They retake their seats and wait for G to start. “Byte says there has been nothing that stood out on his end today, until about an hour ago when Khan and Driller walked into the clubhouse as if they didn’t just bail on everyone.”

“The timing can’t be a coincidence.” Crane shakes his head.

“Well, it couldn’t have been them personally. They wouldn’t have had time to shoot up the RV and make it back. But that doesn’t mean that Khan didn’t put someone else up to it.”

“I asked Byte about that. He said their only sniper is Hachette, and he’s on a run to the Tainted Saints MC.”

“And what business do they have with them? We might not be affiliated with them, but they’ve always kept to themselves.”

“I didn’t ask, but I can find out. Maybe the fact that we have no ties to them makes Khan think we won’t check the intel.”

“That would be a stupid mistake to make. But if the Tainted Saints are in some alliance with them, I have to assume they’ll lie for him. I’ll call Bishop, the president, in the morning and feel him out. Could be he’s under the impression that Khan speaks for me, and I’d like to debase him of that notion.”

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