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“Where is he?”

“I can’t tell you.”

He got in my face, and it took everything in me not to back down. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. “Where the fuck is Vigilante, Candy?”

“Why do you want to know, Mike? Are you going to go and kill him?”

He scoffed and stepped back. “Why the fuck would I kill him?”

I clamped my mouth shut and tried to find a way to get out of this, but I wasn’t sure I could. I should have listened to Evan and Ethan. I should never have gotten involved with Mike.

“Candy,” he said softly, “is he really alive?”

He had already seen the proof. I nodded.

“Where is he?”

“I can’t tell you, Mike.”

He thought for a second. “If you can’t tell me, he either turned evidence over to authorities after he was injured, or he was undercover in the club to begin with. Which one is it?”

I stared at him. I refused to answer that question.

Mike leaned toward me, his eyes blazing with fury. “Here is what is going to happen, Candy. You are going to take me to him. I don’t fucking care where he is, but we will go on a little trip, and you will bring me to him.”

“No.”

“If you don’t, I will pick up my phone right now, and I will call someone in the club and tell them that Ryan Vigilante is alive and well. How long do you think it would take for them to find him? He’s with Cara, so I’m sure there is a trail that we can pick up someplace.”

I wanted to sob, to beg him not to do this, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Where is he, Candy?”

I swallowed. “Texas. He’s in Texas.”

He stepped back and gave me a smile that put a chill down my spine. “Looks like we are going to Texas. Better get your laptop and book us some tickets.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

MICHAEL

Ryan was alive. He was fucking alive and married to Cara Winston with a son. The more I thought about it, the more confused I was over this news.

If Ryan was a rat, someone who had been in our club and sold us out, he didn’t deserve to live.

If Ryan was a cop and had been undercover, then he had been doing his job and done it well.

I sat beside Candy as she made the plane reservations, and we were lucky to get three tickets out tonight. I kept her phone and took her laptop away as soon as she made the arrangements. I wasn’t going to give her a chance to announce our arrival.

“What are you going to do, Mike?” she asked me. I could see the fear in her eyes, and I hated that it was there.

“I don’t know, Candy. A lot will depend on what he has to say for himself.”

“You aren’t going to hurt him, are you?”

I stared at her, suddenly remembering something her brother had said, and I scoffed, “So this is why your brothers didn’t want you involved with me. They didn’t want me to find out about Ryan, right?”

She nodded, and I sighed. “Go pack a bag for overnight.”

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