Page 144 of Boulder's Weight

The intel Benji provided checks out—satellite imagery confirms heavy security around an estate outside the city limits.

I’m not foolish enough to believe he did it out of the goodness of his heart.

He gave us this information for a reason, to save his life more than likely.

"We move first thing in the morning," Amara says, her finger tracing the route on the map spread across the table. "Three teams. Zorro leads the first through the main gate as a distraction. Axel, you're coming with me around the east perimeter. Boulder, you take Razor and the cartel boys through the rear approach."

By the cartel boys, she means Ramiro, Ismael, Marco and César who Alejandro has assigned to be permanently assigned to the club.

We’ve always had a good relationship with the cartel, but things are shifting in Mexico, and when people see Ramirez men at our sides, they respect us more.

I nod, memorizing the layout, calculating angles, looking for points of vulnerability.

My mind is clear, focused.

Kelsey is safe, sleeping in our room.

Now it's time to end this shit once and for all.

"What about Benji?" Python asks, his face still bruised but his eyes clear.

He's insisted on being part of this meeting even though Astra protested.

Amara's expression hardens. "We'll deal with him after we handle Sally. One problem at a time."kn¨m no

But I can see it in her eyes—she's already decided Benji isn't leaving this compound alive, at least not intact.

The only question is how it happens.

The club will vote, but we all know the direction this is heading.

Razor checks his phone for the twentieth time. "Any word from Alejandro's other men on Andrés?"

"Found his body an hour ago," Amara confirms. "Just like Benji said. Bullet to the back of the head, execution style. Sally's tying up loose ends."

Which means Lashes—if she's even still alive—is running out of time.

"Questions?" Amara looks around the table, and when no one speaks, she nods. "Gear up, then get some sleep. We leave in a few hours."

The meeting breaks, members heading to prepare weapons, check body armor, and get some sleep.

I push off from the wall, intending to check on Kelsey, when Amara stops me.

"Boulder," she says, her voice pitched for my ears only. "A word."

I follow her into her office, closing the door behind me.

She settles behind her desk, gesturing for me to take a seat.

I remain standing. "What's on your mind, Prez?"

She studies me for a long moment, then says, "When this is over, we need to discuss your patch."

I freeze, not sure I've heard her correctly. "Mypatch?"

"You've earned it," she says simply. "This shit with Kelsey, with her brothers, with Sally—you've handled it like a full member, not a prospect."

Pride surges through me, but I keep my face neutral. "Thank you."

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