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“Do you know who she was?”

“No. Tomorrow, I have to go to the clubhouse and tell King.”

“You still haven’t talked to him, have you?”

She must have felt me tense, because she started rubbing small circles on my chest with her fingertips.

“No.” My fingertips skimmed up and down her spine as I thought about my little brother.

King was still refusing to speak to me. I wouldn’t tell her that, though. She didn’t need to be angry at him. This was my fault.

The truth was, once he joined the Silver Shadows, I could have told him. He didn’t have the option of leaving once he had patched in, so there was no worry he would go to Boston and become his father.

But it could have created an ally between the two, and that was the excuse I used to keep the secret. A secret that came back and bit me in the ass. That was the thing about secrets, they never stayed hidden.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Declan

Pulling up to the gate, Billy the prospect eyed me from his post. When I rolled my window down, he crossed his arms and leaned into the half door of the shack he stood guard in.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?”

Speaking of secrets.

This kid had secrets. King had mentioned in passing that Billy didn’t want me getting ahold of his prints. That made me wonder what he was hiding. Especially with what I was coming to talk to King about.

“Need to speak to your president.”

He straightened up and shook his head. “See, that’s an issue. ’Cause he doesn’t want to talk to you. I was given specific instructions not to let you in without a warrant.”

“Jesus Christ, kid. Open the fucking gate.”

“Do you have a warrant?”

I glared at the prospect, pulling out my phone. Connecting the call, I put it to my ear.

“What do you need, Sheriff?”

“Tell your prospect to open the fucking gate.”

“King gave him an order.”

“You know I can just as easily call my daughter as you can, right?”

“Fuck. Give him the phone.”

That’s right, asshole.

I hit a button and held the phone out. “You’re on speaker.”

“Let him in, Billy,” Blade told him with a sigh.

Billy glared at me as he hit the button to open the gate. I rewarded him with a cocky smirk as I saluted and drove into the lot.

I sat in my car for a few minutes, just watching the clubhouse door. Half expecting King to come outside and tell me to get the fuck out. When more time passed and the door stayed closed, I pulled my head out of my ass and went inside.

“Hey, Sheriff.”

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