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“Nothing’s going up in smoke. Not yet anyway. We’re gonna work this out,” he insists.

I want to believe him, but the doubt I’ve been nursing in the back of my head ever since I saw Calvin outside the nail salon has suddenly grown bigger and harder to ignore. It’s gnawing at my resolve to the point where I no longer feel safe in Redwood, not even with Jagger, Knox, and Diesel by my side.

“What if the DEA succeeds and they arrest them?” I ask Samson.

“They’ll be out in a couple of days, tops. We’ve got good lawyers for precisely this type of situation,” he assures me.

“And what about Kyra and me? You know Calvin’s going to come for us.”

“What did I just say to you? We’ve got you, Robyn. All of us.”

I don’t want anyone to get hurt—or worse, killed—on my account, and I can’t sit back and let my daughter potentially get caught up in the shitstorm headed our way.

Shaking my head again, I take a couple of steps back.

Samson gives me a hard look. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t back away like that. You’re not alone in this, Robyn.”

Paulie cuts in. “Guys, we gotta go. Marlo’s got more people coming. I saw their cars on the way in.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

“She’s got people coming for no other reason but to show off her strength. She picked tonight because her scouts probably told her the club wouldn’t be packed. I reckon she wants to rope us back into the business.”

“I will knock her head clean off her shoulders if she—” Furious as hell and definitely not thinking clearly, I attempt to go back inside and put my words into action, but Samson pulls me away and forcibly escorts me to Paulie and his motorcycle.

“You’ll put that helmet on,” he snarls, prompting me to shut my mouth. “You will let Paulie take you home. You will keep your daughter close, and your doors and windows locked until you hear from Knox or Diesel or Jagger. You hear me?”

I nod, my eyes wide. “I hear you.”

“Paulie’s gonna keep an eye on you, and I will send over a couple more guys to assist him just in case. Whatever Marlo and Calvin are brewing, they won’t be able to come near you. That’s my guarantee.”

“What about Knox and the guys?” I ask.

“They’ve got this covered,” Samson replies. “They’re just gonna listen to what Marlo has to say. She’ll make them an offer, they’ll turn her down, and things are gonna go downhill from there most likely until we’re able to prove that she did, in fact, try to frame us for that drug run.”

I shudder to the core, terrified by the potential repercussions. “My God, Samson, this is a nightmare.”

“It could be a lot worse. Now, go home,” he says. “Let the boys handle this.”

I could object, but I see the sense in his decision. He’s right. I need to be with Kyra right now.

19

Knox

Isaw Robyn coming into the clubhouse through the CCTV system in my office. Diesel, Jagger, and I were just ready to go downstairs and spend some time with her when Marlo’s Lincoln Town Car pulled up outside the parking lot.

My stomach feels heavy and tight as we make our way downstairs to the main floor.

“This can’t be good,” Diesel mutters.

“Marlo Hughes is never good,” Jagger adds.

We find her seated at the bar. Diamonds hanging from her earlobes twinkle as she gives Shay a thankful nod for the glass of prosecco she just served her.

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