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“Careful there, jack. You might start showing you care,” she says out of the side of her mouth.

I shrug. “Just trying not to get sued. You seem like the type.”

“Well, you seem… you seem….”

I smirk at that. “Run out of steam, Kitten?”

“I just really don’t care. Say what you want. Do what you want. You and your friends might be easy on the eyes, but you’re not worth the trouble to deal with.”

“Ouch.”

I nod in agreement with Chains, not that she can see considering she turned her back on us as he walked up. That actually sort of hurt. I mean, I’m a man, and I’m tough, but that cut a bit deep, almost to the bone. Never been told I’m not worth the trouble. Hell, girls get into trouble just to gain my attention.

“Here.” Chains hands the keys over, and I shake them to get her attention before giving them to her as I point out the car. “Go start up the Audi wagon over there and give me a second, will you?”

“Dude, you trusting her with my wife’s car?” Chains growls.

“Where’s she going to go, dude? The gate’s closed.”

“I don’t know, bleed on things.”

I roll my eyes at my friend, but damn if the guy ain’t whipped. Was bad when he first met Mama Bear, but now that she’s going to pop out his kid, guy’s like a walking, talking freak when it comes to anything related to her. Would she care if there was blood in the car? Probably not, as long as it got cleaned. Chick is cool like that.

“Flint.”

I turn around and see Bass and the prospect coming in as the gate opens for them.

I give them a chin lift. “What’s up?”

“Just went up the hill for a look around. We took it by foot to see if we could find anything we would have missed on our bikes since she goes this route often,” Bass fills me in as they stop next to me and Chains.

“Find anything?”

He shakes his head. “Not on the initial trek. No extra surveillance set up or any monitoring that we could see. Looks like she really is just a runner who passes by.”

“Thought we already cleared her of that?” Chains voices for me.

“We did, but you know how Law likes a triple-check.” Bass shrugs it off, and I nod. “When we got to the top of the hill, that’s where it got interesting. Tire marks show a car revving up half a mile away before the ledge and then skid marks at the edge.”

“We thinking it was an accident?” I tilt my head, trying to see it from all sides with the intel I’m getting from them.

“Not from the angle. The road curves and gives plenty of edge on that hill, but the car marks show a straight shot. Almost like they waited for someone to show,” Prospect finally pipes up.

“Someone or her?” I look to him for an assessment since he’s done a check on her already.

He shakes his head instead of giving me the simple answer I want. “Don’t know. Friday wasn’t her usual route, but who knows? We found a cell phone a few feet down the hill. Think it might be hers, but it’s dead. Going to have Casper check it, unless you want to.”

“Yeah, take her back to her place, will you?”

For lack of a better way to describe us, we’re a club of badasses. Each of us has proven themselves capable. Most have military backgrounds, some gang-affiliated youths. Each brother has killed a man and buried someone out back. We all got pasts, none of them pretty, but we all know the score and are happy to wear our colors proudly, knowing it could lead to our deaths.

Yet not a single one of us knows what the fuck to do when a van suddenly rams the closing gate, throwing it off its hinges as it barrels through and keeps going, stopping only a few inches from Bulldog’s woman. Quicker than a man can blink, the driver is out of the car and walking toward her with a gun held high, screaming at her. No one is close. And no one is packing. Why would we? We gave every man the green light when I cleared our runner.

“You fucking ruined everything! She was mine, and you took her from me. This club was mine, and you took that from me. Well, I’m finally going to get to take something from you, you stupid bi—”

One second the ass is threatening a member’s old lady, and the next he’s slammed by a car so hard that he rams his head on Izzy’s jeep and falls smack back on the ground. Dead or unconscious, no clue, but he ain’t moving.

Think the entire club takes a full five seconds to confirm that shit just happened before all hell breaks loose.

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