Page 25 of Traitor

I can't fucking breathe.

Ely. My Ely.

Jinx's girl? That fucker?

The girl who fell asleep with her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin?

The girl who smiled up at me with trust in her eyes, who let me love her like she was fucking made for me? The girl I fucking claimed as my Ol' Lady?

No.

It doesn't make sense.

It doesn't fit.

But the facts are stacking up.

Tisha's accusation.

The girl confirming she saw Ely at the Riders' clubhouse.

That she thought Ely belonged to Jinx.

And suddenly, it doesn't matter what I want to believe.

Because I have a club to protect.

Because I have a fucking duty.

Because if there's even a chance she played me, if there's even a chance she was in my bed while feeding intel to the Riders, then I can't fucking ignore it.

I won't.

My voice is steel when I speak. "Get back to the clubhouse."

Ghost hesitates again, like he doesn't want to leave me alone with this information. He can hear something dangerous beneath my words.

"Bones, man. Wait until I can find out more."

"I said get back to the clubhouse," I snap, shoving everything else down, locking it all away. "Now."

He exhales sharply, but he doesn't argue. "On my way. Just fucking wait for me."

The call disconnects.

I sit there, the phone still clutched in my hand, staring at nothing.

Everything inside me is screaming.

Telling me I know her.

Telling me she wouldn't do this.

Telling me I should grab her, drag her into my office, demand she look me in the fucking eyes and tell me the truth.

But there's another voice now.

A colder one.

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