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He knows, he’s one of the people that had to clean up. He had to take her lifeless body away. Who knows where she ended up, just another dead body for him to throw away.

He just nods at me, stepping to the side so I can pass by him.

Mac climbs into the driver’s seat, and I lay down across the backseat as Jax climbs into the passenger’s seat, then we’re moving. All I can hear is the sound of the Maybach’s engine, the tires rotating under my head, the road passing us by. Then I’m crying silently, my body shaking.

The leather becomes slippery under my head, so I sit up to pull myself together. I wipe my hands down my face, staring at the back of the heads of the two men who will always have my fucking back.

“I’m done.” I finally speak.

Jax turns his head, his eyes scanning over my face, “With?”

I shake my head absently, looking out the window to my left, “Eastside. I’m out.”

Mac clears his throat from the driver’s seat, and Jax turns back towards the road. Then no one speaks again for the hour-long drive back home. Because they know it isn’t as easy as that. Once you’re in, you’re in.

There is noout.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Travis

three years ago

“Dad,please, you have to be able to do something.” I say through the phone to my father, I can feel his disapproving eyes from here.

“You fuck with a gang, Travis, and you get fucked right back. There is nothing I can do.” He says, breathing out a sigh. I can hear the phone ringing at his office, but he ignores it to continue talking to me through his cell phone.

I groan, “Anything. Name it.”

“I can speak to the prosecutor. Maybe if you cooperate, give them enough evidence, they can cut you a deal.”

My mind races, because I’m not a fucking rat. But how else am I going to get my boys and I out of this? How are we going to separate from the gang? How are we ever going to do anything besides be fucking gang members?

“I’ll give you the leader. But they can’t put me, Mac or Jax’s name on anything. Nothing can come back to us, they’ll hunt us down and kill us.”

“Let me see what I can work out, son.” My father says quietly, making my chest finally relax.

“Thanks, dad.” I say, gripping my phone far too hard.

“Yeah,” He says, “I have some conditions.”

I knew he would. My father doesn’t do anything for free.

“Go on.” I say, looking across my coffee table at Mac who’s gesturing for me to put the phone on speakerphone.

I hit the speaker button and my father’s voice floods the room.

“I do this for you boys,” He begins, “I get you out of this shit, and you all go to school. All. Of. You. I’ve spoken to Rick and James, they have agreed. All three of you attend Harvard then come to work with us after you graduate law school.”

Nope.

No.

Never gonna happen.

Jaxson finds my eyes across the table, his jaw clenched. I open my mouth to speak but he leans forward to hit the mute button on my phone before I can.

“You’re doing this.”

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