Page 147 of Boulder's Weight

Arabic, maybe.

"You fucking bitch," I growl, stepping closer, my finger tightening on the trigger.

"Go ahead," Sally taunts. "Kill me. It won't bring her back. It won't undo what's been done. And she's just the first. I've spent years building networks, making connections. Even after I'm gone, the wheels are still in motion."

The door behind us opens, and Amara steps in, flanked by two of Alejandro's men.

Her face is splattered with blood, though none of it appears to be her own.

"Boulder, report," she orders, her eyes fixed on Sally.

"She claims Lashes has been trafficked," I say, not lowering my weapon. "Has a video of her from two days ago."

Amara's expression doesn't change, but I see her hand tighten on her gun. "Is that right, Sally? You've stooped to human trafficking now?"

Sally stands, ignoring the multiple weapons trained on her. "I've done what was necessary to hurt you the way you hurt me. An eye for an eye. A club woman for my husband."

"Your husband was a rapist," Amara says coldly. "He may have been killed on accident, but trust me, it was necessary."

"And now the club will watch one of their own suffer a fate worse than death," Sally replies. "Poetic, don't you think?"

I can see the moment Amara makes her decision.

Her eyes harden, her stance shifts subtly. "Boulder, Razor, step out."

"Prez—" Razor begins, but she cuts him off with a look.

"This is between me and Sally. Club business. Personal business."

"Speaking of personal," Sally says, her smile never wavering, "how is your father these days, Amara? Still think the cartel gives a shit about him? Still think he can protect you from what's coming? He’s a bastard and that’s all he’ll ever be, and you and your brother by association are nothing. You’re meaningless."

Amara doesn't respond to the way Sally’s trying to bait her.

"Out," she says again to us, her voice leaving no room for argument.

We back out of the room, though I keep my gun trained on Sally until the last moment.

As soon as the door closes, I hear a single gunshot, followed by silence.

When Amara emerges a minute later, her expression is grim.

She doesn't speak as she walks past us, heading back the way she came.

We follow, knowing there's nothing more to be done here.

The raid is over faster than I expected.

Sally's men were mostly hired guns with no loyalty once they realized they were outmatched.

We've secured the entire compound with minimal casualties on our side—a few minor injuries, nothing life-threatening.

But it feels like a hollow victory.

Lashes is still missing, presumably being transported across borders like cargo, her future too horrific to contemplate.

The thought makes rage boil in my blood, makes me want to tear apart the entire system that allows such things to happen.

Back at the clubhouse, I find Kelsey waiting in the main room, her face tight with worry.

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