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I leave them to exchange a few impressions with Faraday while I lift the phone to my ear and wait for the ringing to conclude and for Robyn’s voice to pop up on the line. It’s taking longer than usual. She tends to pick up right away.

Finally, a much-needed click.

“Hey there, old pal.”

Calvin’s voice sends shivers shooting down my spine. Ice thickens in my veins as I immediately turn around to face the guys and put the phone on speaker. At the same time, I motion for them to keep quiet.

“Sorry, Robyn can’t come to the phone right now. She’s a little tied up.”

The calmness of his tone sends me over the edge.

“Calvin,” I say, mustering every sliver of self-control I have left. “What did you do?”

“Personally, nothing. I just gave the right directions to the right people, and everything just worked out swimmingly,” he says.

I can almost see his smirk, and my fists itch to smash his face. Simultaneously, dread cripples me as the worst-case scenario begins to feel like a reality where Robyn and Kyra are concerned.

“Where’s Robyn?” I ask. “Is Kyra with her?”

“As I said, Robyn is unavailable at the moment. I’m keeping Kyra thoroughly entertained, though. You know, my own daughter didn’t even know me. She didn’t recognize me. Her bitch mother wouldn’t even show her a fucking photo of me, can you believe that?”

Diesel’s gaze darkens. Jagger is already texting left and right, mobilizing our men. Samson is quiet, fear twinkling in his eyes while Faraday listens closely—calmly.

“I certainly can believe that,” I tell Calvin. “Is Robyn okay?”

“She’s fine,” he replies. “She’s being a good girl for once. As for my daughter, don’t worry, Knox. My blood, my family. Kyra will always be safe with me.”

“What do you want?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one,” he says. “You, Diesel, Jagger… The three of you are gonna meet Marlo and me at a specified location. I’ll give you the address, the time, everything. In the meantime, have your fancy lawyer draw up the paperwork. You’re handing the Rogue Riders over to us.”

Diesel scoffs. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Hello, Diesel,” Calvin laughs. “You’re there, too. Let me guess, Jagger is also present?”

“I’ll kill you,” Diesel says.

“No, you’ll give us the MC. If you don’t, I will kill Robyn. And I’ll get Kyra a brand-new mommy.”

“Calvin don’t be stupid—” I try to reason with him, but he cuts me off, shouting like the completely unhinged maniac he’s always been.

“YOU WILL GIVE US THE MC OR I WILL KILL ROBYN!” Calvin pauses for a second, then resumes his normal, softer tone. “I’ll call you back with the meeting details. You know the drill. No cops, no other Riders, no one but the three of you.”

34

Diesel

Temporary blindness has me in its clutches.

I’m functioning. I’m walking, talking, doing what I need to do as a normal human being, but as a man, I’m switched off, stuck in power-saving mode, frozen as I try to figure out what we’re going to do next.

“Keep a lookout,” Knox tells me.

We’ve snuck inside the clubhouse, which is wrapped in yellow tape and sealed off to everybody except law enforcement.

“Good thing they got sloppy and posted only a single deputy outside,” Jagger mutters as he walks past me and joins Knox behind the bar.

I glance out the window. The deputy’s car is parked across the road. They can’t see anything from there, and we didn’t bother any of the tape. “Come on, coast is clear. Clubhouse is ours unless somebody comes in,” I tell Knox. “I locked the door from the inside too.”

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