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“Wait.” Hunter says. I turn with a frown. If he’s squeamish about our plan, then he won’t last long in the MC. “We have another problem and I think they may be useful in cleaning up that mess, too.”

“What are you talking about?” Puma asks, but I see Wildcard make a connection.

“You found out something when you followed our guest?” He asks and Hunter nods.

I turn to Dice. “Get him into the tank and I’ll be there shortly.” Dice grins and moves toward Alberto, pulling out a set of zip ties. “Need some help?” I ask. “He’s a lard ass.”

“Nope, I got it covered.” Dice grins, shoving Alberto to the ground and hog tying him. I shrug and follow the guys out into the hallway.

“Let’s go to my office.” I offer, leading the way.

“What did you get?” Wildcard asks Hunter as we make our way through the hall.

“He met with someone and she has a hard on for the club. Or Puma. Maybe both. And she’s willing to break the law to take you down. I have it all on the record and I’ve got her photo.”

We enter my office and patch in Spark after Hunter sends him and the rest of us the image of the woman.

“Do you recognize her, Prez?” Wildcard asks as Puma studies the image.

“No.” Puma says with a shrug. “Spark, any ID on her yet?”

“I’m running it. I’ll let you know if I hit a match.”

“Play the recording.” Wildcard says, and Hunter does.

“Fuck, so the DEA agent has drugs to set up up?” Puma growls out. “Is that what I’m hearing? Motherfucker. Is anyone watching him?”

“Yes. Showtime and Max are both on him.” Hunter says. “I sent Max a text while I was at the coffee shop. I wanted to make sure I got back here quickly. Showtime came with him. Max has hotel security outside his room, along with a maid. They have instructions to stall him if he comes out.”

“Good.” Puma says with a nod as Wildcard slaps him on the back.

“So, how can we use this to our advantage?” I ask him.

CHAPTER TWELVE: HUNTER

Seeing Puma and Wildcard rushing into the casino has my heart beating out of my chest. I know something is wrong and I know it’s Chill. I ask Max and Showtime to get eyes on the agent as soon as he gets back. They assure me they will and that they’ll keep him covered once he’s in his room. I rush after the others and find Puma, Wildcard and Dice standing in front of the door marked Hotel Manager. Puma has his phone out and they’re watching a video. My eyes immediately go to Chill, who is in the center of a room full of muscle-bound guards with bulges under their arms.

“What’s going on?” I ask, only to be met with three loud shushes.

I can’t hear what’s going on, but I see a flash of blonde hair and my heart stutters as Chill whips out her guns. I expect to see a gunfight, but I see a group of men acting like they’re playing a game of statues.

Puma’s chuckle lets me relax as he opens the door and glides in with a smart comment on his lips.

I follow Dice and Wildcard’s lead and help them disarm and tie up the six guards while Puma and Chill chat with their boss. I have to force myself from going to Chill to check if she’s alright. The few peeks I allow myself ease my worry enough so that I finish subduing my second man just as Wildcard and Dice stand up.

“Now what?” I ask.

“We’ll take them to cells and hold them until Puma decides what to do with them.” Dice says, yanking one man up and dragging him out of the room. Wildcard does the same. I move to grab another, but Wildcard stops me.

“Stay here and watch them. We’ll take care of it.” I nod and let them carry on. I position myself so I can see the remaining prisoners but still monitor Chill.

She’s magnificent. She appears at ease, but I can see the alertness in her eyes as she watches the man she and Puma are interrogating. I can hear snippets of the conversation, enough to know that the man is trying to deflect by accusing Chill of overreacting. I stifle a grin when I hear Puma explain how Chill got her nickname. Because he’s right, Chill doesn’t overreact, ever. This thought makes me frown as I consider the truth of his words. She doesn’t overreact, so why did she suddenly leave the Marines?

I assumed it was because she learned I was married. I was angry when I found her gone, angrier that she didn’t give me a chance to explain. But the Chill I met the day they assigned her to my unit and the Chill who is now the SOA of a motorcycle club wouldn’t have run away, embarrassed about being the other woman. She would have kicked my ass. So why didn’t she? I glance at her, but her focus is still on the boss. Wildcard and Dice return and take two more.

“You and I will take the last couple.” Wildcard tells me. “Chill has a job for Dice.”

I hear Chill telling Dice to take the asshole to some place they call The Pit and to put him in the tank. I don’t know what it means, but it reminds me that this guy isn’t their only problem.

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