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I should have gone back.

I should have agreed to help Cyrus.

It could be too late for Lily now.

“Where the fuck is Steel?” Knox barks.

“Get him. Now.”

Wolfe’s voice is a command as he turns to Kael. “Put more men on the perimeter. I don’t trust those fuckers not to pull somethin’. We ain’t safe.”

“Chances are they’ll make a move before we can, because they know we’ll try to do somethin’ after that video,” Knox growls. “We need to be ready.”

They do need to be ready.

But me, I have to make a choice.

Right now, the only thing I want is to get Lily.

I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it’s the wrong thing.

I need to speak to Cyrus. It’s the only way. If I don’t, the club could end up hurt, or worse.

The plan we had is gone, and now I have no choice but to fix it. If I don’t, too many lives will be lost.

It’s no longer worth the risk to the club.

It’s time I took matters into my own hands.

9

The dim glow of the corridor stretches long, sinister shadows as I dart down the hall, my heart a chaotic. I move swiftly, silently, knowing that what I am doing is going to ruin everything I’ve built with Talon. That breaks my heart more than anything, but I have to save Lily. I promised her, and I can’t go on until I know she is safe.

The club is on high alert, coming up with plans to save Lily, but I know that we don’t have any more time. Right now, I have to do what is best, even if it will ensure I lose the one person I am falling in love with. Talon will never forgive me for this betrayal, I know it deep down in my soul, but my mind is made up.

My stomach turns as I halt outside Talon's door, my fingers curling around the doorknob. I don’t think too much about the fact that I have woken up nauseous again. I can’t think about that right now. I push the door open. The room is shrouded in darkness, and I can just make out the silhouette of him sleeping in the bed. My heart constricts painfully, and I hate myself so damn much for this.

I close the door gently and step into the dark room, moving as quietly as I can.

If I wake him, this is all for nothing.

Talon's breathing is rhythmic and untroubled, while mine is held hostage, as I carefully use a small flashlight to find what it is I’m after. A gun. On the bedside table, as expected, I see Talon’s weapon. I carefully tread over, reaching down and lifting it up. Its weight is formidable, its touch icy against my skin. God,I have no right to be here. No right to do this, but Lily's image sears into mind.

I'm sorry, Talon.

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