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Not for me.

But for them.

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In the middleof the night, as I was combing through every second of the bar’s security footage, I received a phone call from Mick.

Turns out, the MC didn’t all agree with the prez’s decision, meaning Mick and his buddy Temp, so they made some calls and found a contact.

At sunrise, we were to meet.

Which was where I was now, with CT and my brothers.

Lue was with my mom and Dani, along with Thea’s sisters. I convinced them to close the bar for now, just until we can figure shit out, and to go stay with my mom. Somewhere that piece of shit couldn’t find them.

Annmarie had done her own digging, scouring Thea’s apartment for some sign that we missed and had found a letter addressed to Thea at our house.

It clicked.

Everything did.

Her sudden departure, her insistence that things were moving too fast, her need to flee my house.

She’d gotten the letter and knew he knew where we lived.

She was protecting us.

I got it now, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t still pissed off.

If she had just told me what was going on, I could have helped.

“You trust this guy?” Mitch asks, sidling up to me at the tailgate of my truck. Mitch and I haven’t had time to talk, not really, but he didn’t hesitate to get in my truck and get ready to hunt the guy who took Thea from me.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “Mick’s a good guy. He won’t steer us wrong for nothing.”

Just in case, though, we were all well protected with our own choices of weapons.

I never want to shoot someone, it isn’t in my blood. Harm didn’t excite me or do anything for me. I was a lover, not a fighter.

But for Thea, for the woman who had become everything to me, I would fight. I would do it if I had to.

Bikes are heard before they’re seen, and I glimpse three bikes heading our way.

We’re at the top of a road where it forked, leading you in drastically different directions. Off to the side of the road was a pull-off where my truck currently rested. Stetson and CT were talking quietly off to the side while we’ve been waiting and now come to stand beside us.

Mick, along with two other riders, park and dismount. He takes the lead, heading toward me with an outstretched hand. “Cash.”

I nod at him.

The girl from the office yesterday is with them, and so is James, a guy I went to high school with. I give him a nod as well. “So, what’s the information?”

“I made some calls and found the guy you were looking for.” He shakes his head, anger in his expression. “Sounds like a piece of work. He was the treasurer for his club, and some money went missing. When he couldn’t account for it, he tried to take off. Apparently, your girl saw him murder the owner of a laundromat that’s owned by the club and reported it.”

“Right, and he went to prison but got out on lack of evidence.”

“Right. But now his club is interested in getting him back. They want us to turn him over when he’s found.”