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“We don’t have a choice.”

Questioning my sanity, I blinked repeatedly, the unsettling sight refusing to vanish even as my vision sharpened.

“Judge?” I muttered as one of my oldest friends smirked at me. “How are you here?”

“It’s been a long time, brother, and I will explain everything, but first I need you to keep your hand steady. Can you do that?”

I nodded.

“Good,” he said. “Maverick, stabilize her head. Vicious, you and I are going to lift her carefully, and no matter what happens, do not move your hand. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Chapter Twelve

Fury

Confined within the cold, stark walls of a city precinct’s jail cell, I slumped over, my head cradled in my hands, desperately attempting to banish the horrifying vision of her lifeless body in his embrace.

She was gone.

How was I going to tell my girls that the woman who raised them, loved them, protected them, was gone? She was the only mother they knew, and now thanks to fucking Montana and the Satan’s Angels, my girls would never know a mother’s love again.

My silent tears fell onto the concrete floor, each drop a testament to my sorrow as I felt them roll down my face. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried.

My heart was breaking.

Everything that I loved, everything I knew was now gone. I invested my entire life in that club, giving it my heart and soul, but time had sadly reduced it to a mere shadow of its former glory. Now, it was nothing more than a faded memory. Given the circumstances, there was absolutely no chance I could ever go back. Not after what Montana said. He caused this. He was to blame, and because of that, I would spend the rest of my life ensuring he suffered the same fate. Only then would I let go of the fury building deep in my gut.

“Christian Moreno. Your attorney is here,” an officer said, unlocking the cell.

Rising from my seated position, I followed him wordlessly out of the room and into another, only to discover to my utter astonishment, the very man I had believed I would never encounter again.

“Joshua?”

Standing to his full height, Joshua Stone—Montana’s cousin—greeted me. He was the brother that recruited and sponsored me when I applied to the Soulless Sinners. Everything I was, everything I became, was because of this man. And when Montana took over the club, Joshua refused to follow Montana’s leadership, so Montana sent him to another club. Joshua tried to get me to go with him, but Montana made me an offer I couldn’t pass up. So, I stayed, and my mentor left.

Knowing what I knew now, I should have followed him.

“Chris, I want to introduce you to Hemlock. He’s here to get you out of this mess.”

Ignoring the man next to him, I asked, “Why are you here?”

“Because shit just got real, and we’re here to save you.”

Shaking my head, I sat down and muttered, “You need to save my girls. I made my bed.”

“No, brother,” Joshua carefully said. “You are innocent.”

Tears streamed down my face as I looked at him. “She’s dead, Josh. My girls are all I have left. I don’t care about anything anymore. Only them.”

“She’s alive.”

Blinking, I gasped. “What?”

“Linsey is alive and in surgery right now. We have Vicious locked down at a secure location. We’re moving now to acquire his kids, but we can’t get to them. They are being held at the clubhouse. We need to get you out of here so you can get themout of there. Chris, you are the only one who can walk in there and remove those kids.”

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