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Familiar tension tightened Logan’s spine.
Something was off tonight. The air felt charged, dangerous.
Logan prayed he wasn’t too late.
He had the information he needed.
Now he just needed to get Bobby out of here.
Then Logan could put this deep cover investigation behind him and try to resume normal life again.
Sometimes, however, that possibility felt impossible.
“Brothers!” Viper called out, his voice carrying across the warehouse. “Gather up. We got business to discuss.”
As members formed a rough circle, Logan positioned himself near Bobby, hyperaware of how Razor’s gaze seemed fixed onthe younger man. Something was wrong, he realized. But he had no idea what.
“We had a good run yesterday,” Viper began, pacing slowly. “The merchandise was delivered, and the payment has been collected. Everything was smooth.” He stopped, his expression hardening. “Too smooth.”
The silence in the warehouse deepened.
“You see, our friends across the state border got hit by the DEA this morning. Lost everything. Everyone.” Viper’s eyes scanned the assembled men. “Funny timing, don’t you think? Almost like someone knew exactly when to call in the feds.”
Logan kept his expression neutral while his mind raced.
This wasn’t part of the plan. There wasn’t supposed to be any DEA action for another two weeks.
“Turn out your pockets,” Knox ordered. “Phones on the table. Now.”
As members complied, Logan followed suit, grateful for the burner that contained nothing incriminating. His real communication device was hidden in his boot heel, untraceable.
Viper examined each phone methodically until he reached Bobby’s. The younger man handed it over without hesitation, no fear in his expression—the confidence of the innocent.
“What’s this?” Viper held up the phone, displaying a text conversation.
Bobby squinted. “Just talking to my sister about some career opportunities she has.”
“Your sister.” Viper’s voice dripped with contempt. “The fancy photographer. The one who keeps telling you to leave the Brotherhood.”
Bobby flinched. “That’s not what?—”
“How much have you told her?”
The warehouse went completely silent.
Ice filled Logan’s veins.
Why was Viper targeting Bobby?
“I haven’t told her anything,” Bobby finally said. “I know the rules. What happens here stays here.”
“I think you might be talking too much.”
“That’s rubbish,” Bobby protested, his face paling.
Logan’s mind spun.
Morgan Riley was a photojournalist. Bobby talked about her all the time.
