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“I’m confident there’s a job that needs to be done by whatever means necessary. I’ve lived through many missions just like that. Not bein’ a smartass here. Just statin’ facts.”

Cruz nodded. “Alright. What’s next?”

“My buddy Dryerson. He’s here at the clubhouse. We are Marines, and his specialty is enemy targets. You don’t want him involved. I totally get it. But he would be a good asset to this.”

“Right now, it stays between us. I’ll meet this kid, but I’m not makin’ any promises.”

“Understood.” Cruz shook his head like he was having a hard time believing something, but I kept quiet.

“Right. Let’s eat. Then you, Jacks, and Nox will go get the prints,” Cruz ordered.

“Fuck no,” Jacks barked, standing up from the keyboard and coming our way. “I don’t wanna work with that fucker.”

Cruz was setting us up. Literally to see if we could hack it together on a job, and Nox was supposed to be the referee if needed. Lovely. It sucked because Jacks would give me shit the entire time, but it was what it was. If I wanted in Ravage, he was going to be my biggest hurdle.

“You wanna find out who bombed your house?” Cruz challenged.

“That doesn’t mean I want to spend time with him.” Jacks angled his thumb to me. “My gun is liable to go off, and he won’t be back.”

Threats were threats. If he really wanted to take me out and put me six feet under, he could find a way. He knew my family. Some of my past. Knew I loved my mother. Knew I’d lay down my life for my little girl and her momma. He also had access to me from every angle.

If he pulled out a gun now, he could kill me. Not that I’d let him. Disarming him would be a given, but I truly didn’t want to hurt the man. However, I would defend myself.

Nox came up behind Jacks and put his hand on Jacks’ shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “I’ll help ya hide the body.”

Several chuckles went through the room.

“Enough,” Cruz ordered loudly. It was his father tone he didn’t pull out very often, but when he did everyone listened. “Micah’s paid for what he’s done to the club. That is not an issue anymore. As far as Emery is concerned…” He stared at me pointedly. “You totally over her?”

Without missing a beat, I answered, “Yep. Have been for a few years now.”

“You gonna do anything stupid and be an ass around her?” He asked to more chuckles around.

“No, sir. Can’t really guarantee doin’ anything stupid, but I have enough shit on my plate right now that it could tip. Remy, Ensley, and this club are my priorities. Does that mean if Emery’s in trouble I won’t help her? Fuck no. Anyone here that would be in trouble, and I’d be there. Doesn’t mean I want anything more from the woman.”

Jacks didn’t say a word but checked my shoulder with his as he walked by. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Shoulder instead of a fist, it was slight progress.

“Good luck with that one.” Cruz walked through the room and out the door. Brothers followed behind him, but my father waited for me.

“Prospect, huh?”

I smiled as we began to move. “What’cha think about that one?”

“Fuckin’ happy. Proud. All that.”

“It was meant to be this way. Whether I get in or not is another story, but I’ll do my bit to show I want to be here. That’s all I can do right now.”

“You got this, Micah. I have all the confidence in the world you can hack this.”

“Thanks, old man.”

His arm went around my shoulder, giving it a squeeze before letting go.

“Need to find my girls,” I told him and started to move through the door, leading us to the courtyard.

“Yourgirls, huh?”

I turned to him. “Damn right. My girls.”