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Fucking Angela had them. He wanted to bring them to the clubhouse for their own safety. His mother too. He didn’t like the idea that they were walking around out there where Holt could snatch them.

He was completely unhinged, which made him unpredictable and desperate. There was nothing worse than a desperate enemy.

“Got two on them, watching your ex’s house.”

“And one at my mother’s house?” Mooky didn’t trust Holt as far as he could throw him.

Dash nodded.

Closing his eyes, Mooky let out a deep breath. It was something. He ran both his hands through his hair. He hated this waiting around.

“My kids should be here.”

“Maybe, but do you really want to expose them to this?” Dash gestured to the door. “If they are safe, let’s leave them be.”

Dash couldn’t understand. He wasn’t a father. There wasn’t a manic cop going after the people he loved.

“I want them here.” Where he could watch over them and ensure their safety.

“You want me to call the prospects to bring them?” Frustration tainted the VP’s offer.

Letting out a growl of rage, Mooky punched the wall. The wood paneling and sheetrock beneath gave, leaving a small splintered hole.

“No,” he grumbled.

The kids didn’t know the prospects. He didn’t want to alarm them with strangers fetching them. Not to mention Angela would spin out into a tizzy. Mooky didn’t need to give Angela any more goddamn ammunition against him.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he hated being put in the position of choosing between getting his kids and staying at Blue’s side.

Taking a deep breath, he made the only logical decision. “I’m going to get them.”

Loud thumps thudded up the stairs in a hurry. Both Dash and Mooky jerked their heads toward the sound, bracing themselves for even more awful to happen, with their hands resting on the butts of their guns.

Cajun charged toward them.

At least there wasn’t an immediate threat.

“Mittens is back,” he announced. “Brought some poor fuck to the shed.”

The shed was a large wooden outhouse on the club’s property. From the outside, it looked like the place they stored their lawn care equipment. Red metal gas cans sat along the outer wall with lawnmower blades and rakes. Just like any other shed in anyone’s backyard.

Inside was a different story, and there was only one person Mittens would take to the shed.

With Mooky’s eye twitching and his hands itching to rid his woman, his family, and the club of this minor problem, he stalked past his brothers and down the stairs.

“Fuck, he’s gonna kill him,” Dash said.

If he hadn’t been pushed to the limit, Mooky might have been patient enough to do the right thing.

Fuck that noise.

His inaction had cost him far too much. It was time for him to do something.

Sometimes, it was better to ask forgiveness from the club than to ask permission.

CHAPTER 28

Mooky

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