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“He trusted you!” I screamed hoarsely. “All of you! You two want to have a pissing contest, do it somewhere else. Not here. Not today.”

Bear lowered his fists and took a step back. “You’re right—”

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Mikey glanced a blow off the side of Bear’s jaw just as he turned to face me. “That feel respectful, motherfucker?”

Shock gave way to anger as I stormed down the steps and planted my palms in the center of his chest, sending him stumbling back. “How dare you! After everything that he did—just go.”

“Wait.”

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around my body before walking away. The damage was done. My only comfort was that Jamie wasn’t around to see the club imploding and the people he loved at each other’s throats. My jaw tightened. He wasn’t around because one of them had wanted him gone.

“Celia, wait a fucking second,” Mikey snapped. “This concerns you too—”

“Does it?” I roared. “Because to me, it looks like the men that my husband trusted more than anyone couldn’t wait for him to die so they could take over!”

The screen door slammed shut, and Wolverine walked out onto the porch, surveying the scene with cold eyes. “Anyone wanna tell me what the fuck is goin’ on?”

“Yeah.” Dakota stepped forward. “Um, so Mike is my brother, and he’s going to take over the club, which is great because I have some ideas on nicknames—”

Zane shook his head and gestured for her to get on with it.

“Oh, right. So, Mike declared, in his first order of business as Pres that…” She lowered her voice dramatically. “Comedian is club enemy number one and should be shot on sight.”

Wolverine’s eyes narrowed. “Okay… anyone else care to explain it to me?”

Angel stepped forward. “Kid says Comedian had somethin’ to do with Grey’s death.”

He popped a toothpick into his mouth before glaring at Mikey. “Better explain yourself, kid. And do it quick, before I lose my shit.”

“Comedian’s calling card was hidden under the flowers on the casket. With the way the Sons had been targeting people, it just made sense. They didn’t bust into my house that night to kill me; they came for my girl.”

“Why the fuck would I come after you or your family?” Comedian snapped.

“Celia…” Wolverine looked to me, his scowl deepening. “What do you say?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know—it just doesn’t make any sense. Wasn’t Comedian with the club the night he was—the night that it—”

I couldn’t say it.

It felt wrong.

Bear pulled me into his side, his chest vibrating against my cheek as he spoke. “She’s got a point. Comedian was with us the entire night. Fuck, he even helped us get him to the hospital. There’s only one of us here that looks guilty as fuck, and it sure as hell ain’t Comedian.”

“What are you saying?” Mikey growled. “You think I’m the traitor?”

“That’s exactly what I’m sayin’, detective.” Bear led me back to the porch. “Who better to dismantle a club from the inside out than a motherfuckin’ cop? What are they givin’ you for takin’ us down? A bigger badge? Gonna give your dick a couple of extra tugs? What’d you trade his life for?”

“Fuck you, Bear!” Mikey spat. “You wanna look at every possible suspect? Great. Let’s start with Grey. He told me he’d do it—night Carnage was shot. He said he had a plan… what if this was it?”

Wolverine rubbed at his temple with a sigh. “How exactly is gettin’ killed a plan?”

Mike looked up at the heavy clouds, nervously tapping his index fingers against his thumbs. “You’re tellin’ me that Comedian had nothing to do with what happened… maybe we need to consider the possibility that Grey worked a deal with the feds—”

“That’s impossible! Wolverine, you were with me at the hospital when the doctor came in and told us he didn’t make it. There was no deal.”

There’d only been one plan, hurriedly discussed on the dance floor at our daughter’s reception.

Fuck the plan. Let’s kidnap the kids and run.

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