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Everyone laughs, and I realize for the first time how this brotherhood isn’t just within the walls of our Vegas club, but it’s everywhere.

Shattered Souls California has piqued my interest, and I’d really love to know what their story is. I’ll never ask, but maybe I’ll get a chance to hear it sometime.

“Let’s go talk,” Hux says, walking toward a door I didn’t even notice until now. It looks like part of the wall, and unless you are up close, you have no idea it’s a door. This place is really fucking upscale.

Once we get behind the closed door, it’s more like what we’re used to. The walls are painted tan, and the long hallway has photos of club members, past and present. At the end of the hallway, there’s a large wooden door, much like ours, that Hux pulls open.

The room is larger than ours, but a large wooden table with leather chairs around it makes it feel like home to me. I glance around as everyone begins to take their seats. As I sit, a few more guys come in and pull up chairs to sit with us all.

Hux leans back in his chair and smiles. “This is a nice fucking view, seeing our chapters together.”

“I wish it was under different circumstances,” Brooks says, lighting a cigarette.

“Right, let’s get to it,” Hux says, resting his tattooed arms on the table. He went from relaxed and smiling to focused and serious.

“We recently had a run-in with the feds,” Brooks begins, glancing at Riley. “Dirty prick tried using Riley to get his revenge for Kingsley being gone. We had him arrested, but now you’re telling me the feds are sniffing around, so maybe that shit didn’t go down how we thought. I don’t trust those assholes.”

“Riley, what the fuck happened, brother?” one of the guys who came in asks.

This is my first time with another chapter, but these guys all obviously know each other. I feel like an outsider looking in, and I haven’t felt that since I was first a prospect.

“That piece of shit found my kryptonite. He wanted info, or he was arresting my girl. I wanted to kill him, but we decided to play it a different way,” he says, shrugging.

“You have a girl?” the guy asks, laughing.

“Don’t be jealous. My dick has young, tight pussy every day, Declan,” Riley says, grabbing his crotch.

Alright, so that guy is Declan, and by his placement at the table, he’s the SAA.

“Riley, enough about your fucking dick,” Brooks hisses.

Everyone laughs, but Brooks finds no humor. He’s anxious, and it’s showing. Hux nods his head, and another guy slides a folder toward him.

“Thanks, Wesley.”

Hux passes it to Brooks, who flips it open and looks through whatever is in there.

“Wes, how the fuck you doing, brother?” Zane asks.

“Can’t complain. How’s Harper?” he asks.

Zane smiles, just thinking about her. “She’s great. Thinking about bringing her here. She runs our second joint, and I think she’d like to see how you guys are set up.”

“Hell yeah, let’s set that shit up,” Wesley says, bumping Z’s fist.

“Brooks, what are we looking at?” Enzo asks.

Brooks lifts his eyes to me, and I stare back. Fuck. “Finn, when you met Jim Woodward, did he say what he did for a living?”

I think back and shake my head. “Nah, he barely looked at me. He didn’t say shit about anything.”

The guy is definitely a shady mother fucker. I got that vibe off him immediately. Maybe it’s ‘cause he was hiding secrets from Mia and I was close to that secret, or maybe it’s something else. The look on Brooks’ face tells me it’s the latter.

“Well, looks like he’s been the one snooping around. Looking into you and Porter.” He slams the folder closed and scrubs his face. “He’s a dirty fucking prosecutor.”

“So, he’s got big contacts and connections,” Zane says, shaking his head.

“Jim Woodward? He has a daughter, Mia?” Hux asks.

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