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It doesn’t matter. He’s right, I’ll protect her from anything. “Absolutely.”

“Good.” With that, he turns and heads inside. “I’m sure I’ll see you soon,” he calls over his shoulder.

I need to write this down in mynever expected to fucking happenjournal.

My phone buzzes and I pull it out.

Teller: When?

Me: About an hour.

Teller: I’ll be there.

I grab my helmet off the handlebars and snap the chin strap into place.

Swinging my leg over the bike, I settle into the seat and fire up the engine.

I’m not sure what Cedarwood’s agenda was with that conversation. But the cops came sniffing around Margot, and that’s something my club needs to know.

Now.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jigsaw

The bizarre conversationwith Margot’s dad sticks with me all the way to the clubhouse. He’s really not bothered about a biker dating his daughter? Thought for sure he’d want her to marry another mortician or something.

Whoa.Why’s my brain going to marriage? That’s been on mynever, ever happeninglist for years.

When I finally reach the clubhouse, at least ten different bikes are parked out front, including Rooster’s and Z’s. Rock’s SUV is in the garage and his bike is parked along the fence—so he’s here too. I should’ve known if I was meeting with Teller, he’d have Rock join us.

As I get off my bike, a weird sensation hits me. Last time I was here, I didn’t know Margot was a murderer.No—angel of justice. She was just my shy, sweet girlfriend that I told my club I’ve been seeing. Oh, and I threatened to stab anyone who made her uncomfortable.

It doesn’t matter. Her confession didn’t change how I feel, did it?

Nope.

If anything, I’m more in…whatever I am with her, than before that knowledge bomb landed on my head.

“You finally get here?” Rooster calls out from the front steps. He jogs down and crosses the parking lot.

“I asked to meet with Teller.” I brace myself for the bruising hug Rooster inflicts on me. The fucker always squeezes like he’s testing how sturdy my ribs are. “What’re you doing here?”

“I was helping Z with his back deck.” Rooster points toward the trees in the direction of the cabin Z built up here for his family.

I squint at him. “Since when are you a carpenter?”

“He just needed an extra set of hands.” He glances at my bike. A slow grin spreads across his face. “Did you come from your sweet, sunshiny girlfriend’s love palace?”

I blink. “What kind of weird-ass shit just came out of your mouth?”

“Why so grouchy?” Rooster holds up one hand. “Never mind. I don’t want to know, do I?”

I blow out a harsh breath. “She’s notthatsunshiny.” I can’t share Margot’s secrets with him. Not yet. “She’s got a bit of a dark side too.”

“Good.” He lets out a deep, satisfied chuckle like I just confirmed a bet he had with himself. “Sounds like the perfect woman for you, then.”

Great, he probably thinks I’m talking about bedroom kinks, not murderous tendencies.

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