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Fuck my fucking life.

Chapter 18

Untrustworthy Revelations

Ryder

Everything is fucked and I need Jade and Ace to get back to the States, ASAP. I don’t know if this was a direct attack from Kai or a new player, but I’m sick of this fucking shit. I can’t fucking find Slash. No one has heard from him in twelve hours. Jameson is busy with the kids, and I’m not sure what the fuck to do at the moment as I stand in a pile of fucking rubble at the clubhouse.

Thankfully, no one was here, but fuck, the clubhouse is no more; it’s a pile of fucking ash with a message spray painted on the metal gates. “Boom.” Jameson is working on amping up the security at home and at all our businesses. We knew this was going to happen, but we didn’t think it would be this fast. Spade said they would get on the first flight out, but Jade’s going to have to go back to help Flynn. We need to get things settled here before my sister starts traveling pregnant. We have to be on super high alert for now until we figure out who attacked us.

Kicking a piece of wood, I pace the grounds, waiting for the others to get here. The cops said it was a gas leak from someone leaving the burners on, but I know that’s bullshit. How did they not see the message out on the gates, or is it because the clubhouse is in the shitty part of town that they are none the wiser?Who fucking knows at this point.My phone pings and I reach into my pocket, taking it out. Reading the text, I tighten my grip around my phone.

Teagan:

Get my message?

I growl. Slamming my fingers down on the screen, texting her back.

Me:

You did this?

Teagan:

Only way to get your attention since your boy toy isn’t available to play with.

Me:

Well, Teagan, you have my mother fucking attention. What is it that you want?

Teagan:

Meet me at the warehouse and come alone.

Me:

Why so you can kill me? I’m good, crazy lady.

Teagan:

Your boy toy arrives in two hours. It would be a pity to have his SUV blown up before he can even take his phone off airplane mode.

Me:

You’re playing with fire.

Teagan:

I am the fire. You just need to make the choice. You're either the water to put me out or the gasoline to set me ablaze. Choose wisely.

Me:

Fuck you.

Teagan:

Tick-tock. Twenty Minutes.

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