Page 29 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

Viper's expression softens slightly. “Legend, you know we've got your back. There's that empty house on the other side of the compound, the one we were fixing up for prospects. It's yours if you want it, at least until this shit with your PO blows over.”

I consider the offer for a moment. I like my independence, but the thought of Braelynn and Ryder being safer eases some of the tension in my chest. “Yeah, alright. Thanks, brother.”

Viper nods, then looks around the table. “Alright, that's it for now. Keep your eyes open and your mouths shut. We'll reconvene when we know more.” He slams the gavel down.

As the others file out, Viper catches my arm. “Get your family moved in ASAP. I don't like the sound of this Turner guy.”

“Me neither,” I agree, clapping him on the shoulder before heading out.

The ride home seems longer than usual, my mind racing with everything that's happened. When I finally pull into the warehouse, I find Braelynn in the living room, folding laundry with Ryder asleep in his bouncer nearby.

“Hey,” she says, her smile fading as she takes in my expression. “What happened?”

I sigh, dropping onto the couch beside her. “A lot. But the most important thing is, we're moving to the compound. Tonight, if possible.”

Her eyes widen. “Tonight?”

I pull her close, breathing in her scent. “It's just a precaution, baby. Viper offered us a house on the compound, and I think it's the best move right now. At least until I can figure out what's going on with Turner.”

Braelynn nods slowly, her fingers intertwining with mine. “Okay. If you think it's best, we'll do it.”

I kiss her forehead, grateful once again for her trust in me. “I'll call the guys to help us move. Pack what we need for now; we can get the rest later.”

As I start making calls, I can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning of something much bigger.

Chapter Ten

Braelynn

The sound of Ryder's breathing through the baby monitor is like music to my ears as I sort through the mountain of paperwork on Legend's desk.

It's been three days since we moved into the house on the compound, and I'm determined to get Legend's office organized. Between the move and the constant worry about Turner, Legend's been too stressed to deal with it himself.

I'm halfway through a stack of old case files when a familiar name catches my eye.

Turner.

My heart rate picks up as I pull the file from the stack and flip it open. The date on the notes inside is from two years ago, well before Legend went to prison.

Scanning the contents, my eyes widen.

It's an open case, one that Legend had worked on. But what shocks me is Turner's name is listed as a person of interest in connection with the fugitive Legend had been tracking.

“What the hell?” I mutter, digging deeper into the contents inside.

If this is right, Legend had been tracking a drug dealer named Carlos Ramirez. During his investigation, he'd uncovered evidence suggesting that Turner, who was a beat cop at the time, had been on Ramirez's payroll and was helping him evade capture.

“Holy shit.” My mind races as the dots start connecting.

This case... this could be why Turner has such a hard-on for Legend.

If Legend exposed Turner's corruption, even inadvertently, it would explain his obsession.

I'm so engrossed in what I’m reading that I don't hear Legend come in until his arms wrap around me from behind.

“What've you got there, babe?” he asks, his breath warm against my ear.

I lean back into him, holding up the file. “I think I found something about Turner.”

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