Page 21 of Traitor

Not Little Ricky.

That asshole could go screw himself with a broom handle. He was supposed to discreetly watch Lauren and keep her safe; not make out with her in a goddamn sandwich shop.

I clenched my jaw just from reliving it.

It had taken three of Grey’s men to hold me back when I’d confronted him at the clubhouse. Grey swore up and down that it wasn’t going to happen again.

No, I hadn’t asked Little Ricky or Grey to help me. I’d gone to Jeremy—or Jarvis, as he was known within the club. Jarvis was not only the kick-ass realtor who’d helped me find my place, but he was a master hacker as well.

Guy could probably tap into the DoD website without breaking a sweat. I’d figured out early on that I wasn’t the only double agent at the station, which made looking into Monica’s death that much harder. If the Sons of Death got wind of me looking into an open and shut case then they wouldn’t hesitate to go after Lauren.

Grey hadn’t been lying when he said that she was my weak spot and the first place someone would go if they wanted to take me out.

I doubted that she shared the same thoughts. In fact, if she thought that someone would come after me, she’d probably waltz into their clubhouse and raise enough hell to get me killed.

Bitch.

Didn’t change the fact that I was still fucking nuts about her. She’d shown me some of that spark in the parking lot after I ruined her date. That was all I needed. If she was still fighting with me, then she still felt it.

My phone vibrated again and I pulled it from the sheets.

Jarvis-

“I’m not liking this autopsy report.”

Me-

“No shit. I don’t fucking like it either. If it didn’t exist, I’d still have Lauren.”

I didn’t know why he was up in the middle of the night looking at Monica’s autopsy report.

Jarvis-

“It’s been tampered with and I haven’t been able to break into the original yet. Just wanted to give you a head’s up. You and Goblin sort shit out yet?”

I rolled my eyes and replied,

“What are you—my fucking therapist? Wake me up when you actually have something.”

Goblin was a fitting club name for Little Ricky—sneaky little shit. I cracked my knuckles and leaned back against the headboard with a sigh.

Well, it was official.

I had surpassed David as the surliest bastard alive.

Thanks to Katya, I wanted a fucking bottle of tequila to go with my memories of Lauren.

It had to get easier.

“Chingate! She wants a real man—not somechocha!”

My fist caught him in the abdomen and he immediately doubled over with a loud groan. Sensing that I wasn’t going to get another opportunity, I began pummeling him with all I had. “Mine. She’s mine!”

“Holy fucking shit!” Grey roared from somewhere behind me as he stepped into the large living area of the clubhouse. “I fucking warned you two about this!”

Little Ricky managed to land one on my jaw and I stumbled back into the wall as my vision blurred. Before I could collect my bearings, he let out a small roar and charged into me.

Grey grabbed me as I struggled to get air back into my lungs and hauled me over to the opposite side of the room. “Fuck, Mikey—what’d I say about this?”

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