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I shrug. “Something feels off.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t pinpoint it, just a feeling of dread in my gut. Madalyn has not texted me back, and I know shit has been busy around the club but we have been texting back and forth, but she has never not replied to me.”

“Maybe she has learned that there is better out there,” he jokes.

“Fuck off.” I can’t help but smile at the bastard.

“Once we are done here, go and see her. I heard office sex is very good for the soul and the balls, brother.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I shove his shoulder, earning me a growl and glare from Pres.

I grin, sitting up straight and joining in on the conversation.

“Are you two about fucking done?”

“Yeah, Pres.”

Sheriff shakes his head, before getting back to the information he is sharing.

“As I was saying, Vinnie Arthur was jailed for carrying a large amount of ketamine in his car. He got a few years, and it would have been less, except he decided to assault a police officer that grabbed his sister.”

“Fucker should not put his hands on a woman,” the prospect snarls, earning a glare from Racer.

“Did I fucking ask for your input, prospect?”

“Oooo, the little boy is in trouble with Daddy Racer,” Savage says in a childlike voice.

“Shut it, Savage,” Racer snaps.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs. “It is like running a club of fucking toddlers.”

“Right. Anyway, back to what I found out. Vinnie’s sister was caught up in it all and got dragged into the crew’s bidding. She was used as a mule and I am sorry to say this, kid, but she fell inline and became a top member of the crew. That is why she is in bed with this Crypt fucker.”

Logan’s body goes tight, his hands balling into fists at his sides, and nostrils flare. His lips curl into a snarl, and fuck me, it is like looking at a different person, not the pretty boy we have come to know.

“As for the MC, they are known for their bad shit. Got a few arrests under their belts, one member is in for murder. Some bad shit, they are linked to drugs, guns, and even some human trafficking. The DEA is watching them, wanting something more solid before they move in.”

“Something more solid. What is more solid than trafficking humans?” Flame bites out.

“They won’t give me too much, man. That is all they have said on that matter. Listen, if I hear more, I will be in touch.” With that he leaves, taking the deputy with him.

“That is some fucking bullshit,” Flame belts out, his anger evident in his voice.

“I know, brother, but there is fucking nothing we can do right now. The club is my priority, so we keep an eye on the fucks, and protect our people. Prospect, I need you to rein in that fucking temper; it is nice to see but right now keep a hold on it and you can release when needed.” Racer nods to Logan, who stands stoic in the corner.

“Keep your eyes peeled, ride in twos. Watch each other’s back. Now fuck off, I need my dick sucked to help ease this headache.” We laugh.

“Is that what the old folk are saying these days, Pres?” Savage winks at him.

Pres flips him off but I see a ghost of a smile on his face.

We leave church and head to the bar, and I check my phone as I walk, frowning when I see there is still nothing from my woman.

I can't help but wonder if she's upset that I haven't made the effort to see her. Our relationship is new, I get that, but fuck me the unanswered texts have my guts in knots.

As I make my way to the bar, I replay our last conversation, hoping it jolts her to get back to me.

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