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“What are you talking about?” Jagger asks in sheer confusion.

The agent carries the bag over and spills its contents onto the nearest table. It’s Saran-wrapped bricks of heroin by the looks of it. It’s secured with brown duct tape. My blood runs cold.

“This isn’t ours,” Diesel says, and I believe him. The look on his face tells me in all honesty that he’s never seen that bag before.

“You planted it,” Knox tells Spalding. “We don’t deal drugs. We run a clean business.”

Spalding smirks and points at the cameras mounted on his and his colleague’s vest. “Everything is lawfully recorded on bodycams. Footage will prove that we found this stash in your basement.”

“This is insane! Somebody planted that there,” Jagger exclaims, but the agent pushes him back before he gets too close to Spalding.

In fact, more agents approach us and get between the men and their boss. They can see the tension rising. I can certainly feel the air thickening, the rage and injustice swirling all around us. I don’t understand who would do something like this, but I believe them. I believe Knox, Jagger, and Diesel when they say they had nothing to do with the drugs.

“Agent, there has to be some mistake,” I say.

“Stand aside, miss.” He can’t be bothered with me anymore, not when he hit the mother lode. “Gentlemen, I’m afraid we’ll have to take you in for questioning. You’re all under arrest.”

“You can’t do this!” I snap and try to stop the agents from putting cuffs on the men, but I’m whisked off my feet and pulled away from the kerfuffle.

“I’ll tell Samson what happened,” Ellie says calmly.

Meanwhile, I’m shaking like a leaf, tears pricking my eyes as I watch DEA agents slap cuffs on Jagger, Diesel, and Knox while reading them their rights.

“You have the right to an attorney…”

“Yeah, tell Samson,” Knox replies, ignoring the agents altogether. “He’s in charge until we get out. Have him divert the lawyers to the station.”

“Okay, boss.”

“Hey, Robyn,” Jagger says. “Robyn, look at me.”

I don’t know how, but I manage to look at him, his hands cuffed behind his back. This humiliation will not be forgotten. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll be arraigned and we’ll be out in no time. Stay here, please. Don’t go anywhere today. Stay here, stay with Kyra. We’ve got this.”

“Okay,” I mumble and nod slowly.

The parking lot is riddled with Rogue Riders, and they’re all visibly displeased and downright furious. They keep booing and cussing at the DEA, but Knox shouts at them. “Keep cool!” he tells the Riders. “Do not give them any reason to arrest you! We need you here, not in jail with us!”

“You fucking pricks!” one of the men yells at Spalding as he too leaves the clubhouse.

Frankly, I would love to punch that smug grin off his face, but I can’t.

I’m helpless.

Everything has just gone from bad to worse. Whoever did this, whoever planted the drugs knew what they were doing. They must’ve known a raid was in the works. Someone is working particularly hard to destroy us.

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Jagger

“I’ve never spent more than six hours in this place,” I mutter, staring at the grey wall in front of me. I’m on the phone with Samson while Knox and Diesel are back in the cell. They’re using their phone calls to handle the lawyers and the club while I’m trying to get as many updates out of Samson as possible. “They haven’t set a date for the arraignment yet.”

“Relax, Jag. The lawyers will know what to do,” Samson says from the other end of the line.

“They should’ve been here by now,” I reply.

“Listen, I spoke to them already. They said they were going to stop by the courthouse first to get an arraignment date before they head over to the jail. They said you know what you have to do while in custody.”

“Okay, you’re right.”

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