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“You’re never getting my club,” Knox tells Marlo. “We’re not here to negotiate anything.”

“Are you sure about that?” Marlo asks.

Knox doesn’t answer. Instead, he stares at a glimmering red dot on Calvin’s chest. I didn’t even notice it. My pulse starts racing as Marlo follows Knox’s gaze. Jagger doesn’t move an inch. I can’t even breathe. Calvin looks down and freezes.

“I’m sure,” Knox finally says. “We’re taking Robyn and Kyra and we’re leaving. In about five minutes, this house will be swarming with state troopers. I’ve already alerted the sheriff regarding the entire situation. He knows to consider any DEA agent as potentially hostile. It’s over.”

“Five minutes,” Marlo tells Calvin. Her calmness bothers me.

“Yeah, I guess we have to speed it up a little bit,” he mutters.

Something is wrong.

Calvin nods twice, and the red dot moves from his chest to mine.

I freeze.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, afraid to even breathe.

“Here’s the thing,” Calvin says. “The moment I saw only two of you show up, I figured you had a different plan.”

The front door slams open and Diesel gets dragged into the room.

Half his face is bruised from a serious beating, and he struggles to remain upright as two massive goons hold him, hands behind his broad back. I’m surprised they were able to subdue him, but then I notice the taser burn on the side of his neck.

“Diesel,” I utter.

“I’m good, baby,” he tells me with a heavy breath.

“That right there,” Calvin points at the red dot on my chest. “That’smysniper, not yours.”

“Paulie told us plenty about your military exploits,” Marlo adds. “We knew you wouldn’t accept defeat easily. It made sense that you would try something like this. But I won’t hold it against you. It was worth a shot. I probably would’ve done the same if I were in your shoes. It’s time to get serious, though. It is time to face the music, gentlemen. Give me the Rogue Riders MC. I’ll give you Robyn.”

Calvin scoffs, lips twisted with disgust. “Come on, Marlo. They’re fucked. Might as well kill them. The whole club ownership shtick was only supposed to work until our guys caught Diesel. Diesel’s here. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Calvin, darling. I’m a woman of my word. I don’t make false promises.”

Does she mean to say that she is actually trying to negotiate here after gleefully jumping into bed with a loose cannon like Calvin Russo? It won’t end well for Marlo because my ex-husband is already one inch closer to the edge. If there’s one thing he hates more than being humiliated by a Rider, it’s being humiliated by a woman.

And that is precisely what’s going on here.

“Marlo, you have to stop this,” I say, trying to reason with her. “Let us walk away. Let me take my daughter, and let me—”

“I’ve had enough of this,” Spalding interjects and draws his weapon. He points it at my head. “Screw your snipers. I’ll get the ball rolling.”

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“Don’t,” I tell Spalding, my voice barely a whisper. “You’re still a Federal agent, Frank. You can bounce back from drug charges, legally speaking. But murder, man, that’s unforgivable. You can’t undo that.”

“I’ll give you the club,” Knox tells Marlo. “Whatever you want. Don’t let him do this.”

Marlo steps in. “Frank, come on. Jagger’s right. We don’t have to kill her,” she says. “I’m perfectly fine with eliminating our enemies, but not like this. We have to be smart about how we do things, especially if word got out about your involvement.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Marlo?” Calvin snarls and slaps Spalding’s hand down, then takes over the executioner’s role, raising his weapon at Robyn instead. “Fuck all of this. Everybody dies right now; I’m done talking.”

“Calvin—”

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