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“You’re crazy. I am not sitting home twiddling mythumbs while our house is on fire. This can’t be happening.”

He turned to Petal.

“Go,” Petal said. “I’ve got this.”

He moved fast, heading downstairs. Dirty hadsomehow managed to get on a pair of pants and his leather cut. The only personhe trusted to keep Rosalie safe was Petal. She’d keep her here, and he didn’twant her to see their house if it was burning.

Leaving Petal’s home, he climbed onto the bike,revved his engine, and took off, riding fast and hard to get to his place. Hedidn’t even need to get there to see the smoke rising.

By the time he arrived, several of the club wasthere, along with a bunch of fire crew, who were already working to extinguishthe fire. His father was there already.

“What the fuck?” Colt asked.

His dad held him back.

“I’ve got you, son.”

“No, this shit can’t be happening.” He saw hishome, his and Rosalie’s place, burning.

This was … what the hell had happened? There wasnothing he could do but watch the smoke engulf it, knowing there were a wholelot of memories, his and Rosalie’s, along with her mother’s that had been takenfrom them.

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Lockdown.

It had been a long time since Warden had declareda lockdown, bringing the men, along with those associated to the club, to themain clubhouse. Petal was staying in his room. She had been the one to collectTanya and Leanna. They were not willing to risk anyone else getting hurt.

Fritz was at the hospital, with round-the-clockprotection. All the doctors were checked. No corner was left unturned in theprotection of the club.

Dirty sat in church, and Warden sat at the head ofthe table. Since Colt’s house burning down, Dirty knew there was going to be anupdate, and they were all just waiting for one. The minutes ticked by.

Rosalie had been so upset. Her home was gone. Allthe furniture that had been purchased for the baby was gone as well. Thememories of her mother gone. She hadn’t kept anything at their old home, andnow it was all gone. Dirty didn’t know what to say. He knew she had mournedthat day, it was like losing her mother a second time.

He and Colt hadn’t been able to have their womenas Petal and Rosalie were consoling one another. They couldn’t get between them.Dirty knew his woman would come to him when she was ready, and he wasn’t wrong.The moment Rosalie was ready, she went to Colt as well. It had only taken a dayand a night, and then the two were back where they were meant to be.

Glancing across the table, he saw Colt frowned.His arms were folded. He was pissed. He put a lot of hard work into that house,and they all knew he had finally made plans to be with Rosalie, to build hisfamily there.

They were all going to make sure his home wascomplete. The Evil Fuckers MC compound project was currently put on hold. Theywould get that apartment building up, but until they handled the tidal wave ofshit, they were not going to lose any more money.

Warden didn’t speak. They all sat in silence.

Dirty thought about Fritz. The club brother had tohave been getting close to something to warrant an attack. Men didn’t go out oftheir way to hurt others unless they had a reason. Fritz was their link, andcurrently he was still in a coma.

The silence was starting to feel deafening.

“Fritz has the answers,” Warden said, finallyspeaking up. “What happened to him, I’ve heard of it before. The man goes byDiablo.” He sat up and looked at each of them. “He usually only works for themafia.”

“If he works for the mafia, what is he doingattacking us?” Colt asked.

Warden looked toward his son. “I believe Daemon hadsome kind of deal with the mafia, or at the very least, Diablo. Some hit mencan’t be controlled, and they take the job with the highest offer.”

“That’s not Daemon,” Myth said. “Come on, if thatwas the case, he’d have used that bastard to take out Colt, and not someamateur that killed Gabrielle.”

Warden sat back and rubbed his lip. “This is whywe need Fritz. He has the key to whatever is going on. He knows why he wasattacked. He has the details. There is nothing more I can say or do. He’s theonly one. All I know is that Fritz’s torture and Colt’s house are connected.”

“You don’t think they left the stove on?” Vixenasked.

“Fuck you, Vixen,” Colt said.

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