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Alice’s eyes grew heavier, slowly closing, the heat in the sleeping bag was now a furnace. All I could hear were the sounds of everyone’s breathing, slowly returning to normal, the racing beat of my heart slowing to a steady rhythm. The smell of sex filled the tent. Hot, musty, oily. Delicious.

My cock twitched again. I shouldn’t have enjoyed watching my brother fuck Alice. I was supposed to be jealous. Part of me was. Most of me wanted her all to myself. And even though she’d scowled at him at every opportunity, her body reacted to him instantly. Now she could choose between us, now that she’d knowingly had us both. And when she woke up, she could easily choose him over me.

I didn’t know whether I could cope with that. Knowing he won the one woman that had made me jealous of him for the first time in my life. But I also knew that the more I tried to keep her away from him, the more he would come after her.

I glanced over at them, lying there asleep in each other’s arms, Alice turning into him moments before I woke up. If she chose him over me, I didn’t know what I would do, but that worry would have to wait, because the door to our tent was suddenly unzipped, Fury sticking his head inside and looking around.

“Fuck’s sake,” he groaned. “Was only a matter of time before you two corrupted the poor lass. You two, Indie’s tent. Now.”

Fury left, leaving the tent door flap hanging open. I lay back a moment, rubbing at my eyes before lying staring at the polyester ceiling. Fuck it. If I didn’t drag my arse out of this nice, warm sleeping bag, I’d get the fucker handed back to me on a platter, right beside Caleb’s. Reaching over, I shook him awake, relaying the order in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Fuck’s sake,” Caleb grumbled as the pair of us wriggled our naked bodies out of the sleeping bag. “What does Indie want at this fucking time of the morning?”

I grabbed my jeans from the floor of the tent, bending over as I pushed my legs into them to keep my head from hitting the ceiling.

“It’s fucking lunchtime.” I slid my mobile into my pocket.

“Fuck. Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“We’re leaving Alice to sleep?” Caleb asked, his eyes dancing over her naked back where the sleeping bag had dropped away from her.

“Course we are. She never gets this much sleep. If she doesn’t wake up again till teatime, that’s a good thing.”

Caleb nodded, turning back and crawling towards her. He tugged gently on the thick sleeping bag, pulling it up to her shoulders and tucking it in around her.

“Ok, now we leave her to sleep,” he muttered, half walking, half crawling out the door of the tent.

Indie’s new tent was the size of a small house, with two bedrooms and a living area. But even the size of it wasn’t big enough to cram seven full-grown men inside.

“What the fuck is this?” Reap grumbled, rubbing at his face, clearly just woken up like we had been. “And why only a handful of us?”

But there wasn’t just seven of us in that tent. There was another. And now we knew why we had only been the ones summoned there.

“Fucking Jacob Gray,” Barry the Blade growled. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“You’re fucking mad, you,” Reap shook his head, as the thinner, younger version of Fury folded his arms over his chest. “You brought the rest of the pigs with you?”

Indie shot Reap a look. Jake might have been hated by every single one of us in the club, but like it or not, he was still Fury’s brother.

“Tell them what you told us,” Indie instructed.

“The Hand. They’re coming after you.”

“Fucking polis,” Big Red rolled his eyes, “always five steps behind. Course they’re coming after us, son. The minute they stepped foot back on British soil again, they were coming after us.”

“No. They’re coming after you this weekend.”

The tent went silent. Everyone staring at the younger police sergeant like he had three eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked what everyone was thinking.

“They’re planning on ambushing you on the way home from the rally. All of you. They’re going to attempt to wipe every single one of you out in one go.”

Caleb shot me a look, and I met his gaze, seeing the look of worry on his face that he was trying to hide from everyone else.

“How do you know all this, Jake?” Caleb stared at him.

“I can’t tell you. But I can tell you it’s an official source. In a police briefing note from an operation, we’re running. If the police find out I’ve been here, I’ll get the boot. If some of these people on this field find out I’m a copper, I might end up with my throat slit before I make it to the main road.”

And now we knew the concern Fury’s exiled brother was bringing us was genuine.

“So why just tell us?” Big Red grunted. “Why not tell everyone? I get we’re trying to keep this fucker from spilling his blood all over this place, but why the secrecy?”

“Because I don’t know who I can trust. But I know I can trust the old guard and these three.” Indie glanced at me, Caleb and Reap. “We have a mole. I’m sure of it. I just don’t know who. Someone warned the Aces we were coming, and we didn’t manage to barbeque even one of the fuckers…”

“Whoa!” Jake interrupted. “I don’t want to be hearing this.” He covered his ears with his hands.

“Mate, right now you are in it up to your neck. You ain’t going to tell anyone we cremated the Aces clubhouse as much as we’re not going to tell your superiors you’ve spilled the beans on whatever anti-gang operation they’re running.”

Jake dropped his arms to his side like a chastised teenager.

“So, what do we do, Indie?” Fury asked. “We have our women here. They can’t get caught in the crossfire.”

“We pack up and we go now. The Hand won’t expect us to leave early.”

“We never leave a fucking rally, early,” Barry the Blade shook his head. “It isn’t the Kings’ way.”

“Exactly. By the time the message gets out, we already have the upper hand.”

“And the ol’ ladies?” Caleb asked.

I didn’t need to see his face to know he was feeling as tense as I was. We’d brought Alice into this mess. We needed to get her out of it without getting her hurt. Or worse.

“We’ll put all those with women in the middle of the pack with our best outriders around them.”

Fury shook his head. “No one takes my woman. No one.”

“We can protect Heidi better when she’s in the middle. The prospects are good riders. But not fighters. If we get into defensive riding, you don’t want Heidi on the back of you.”

Fury shook his head, but he said no more.

“And what about Magnet?”

“He’s still at the hospital with Suzy. They’re safe.”

“What happened?” Jake asked.

There was silence for a while, as Indie decided whether Jacob got the chance to know anymore club business. But in the end, he decided he’d tell him.

“We’re not sure just yet. Possible miscarriage. They’re not back from the hospital.”

“And what do we do with Magnet’s bike?” Reap asked.

Indie shook his head, gripping the bridge of his nose.

“I can take it back,” Jake offered, and the big tent went quiet again. “I left my car in Kirkby Stephen and hitchhiked here. It was as close as I dared get it with automatic number plate recognition cameras all over the place. Thanks to all you bikers speeding all over, I might add. Anyway, I can get it home.”

“Magnet will have a fucking bitch fit if he knows we let you, of all people, on his bike.” Big Red shook his head.

“Fine. Leave it here then,” Jake retaliated. “Sure he’ll be fine about that.”

“Fine. Fine. You take Magnet’s bike home. Take it to the clubhouse and post the keys and then fuck off. Ok?” Indie instructed.

Jake nodded.

“Now we just need to figure out where to put the women then. I’m not having Heidi on the back of Beanz.”

Indie opened his mouth to say something, but outside something distracted us.

“Whoa. Whoa! Get your hands off her!”

A woman’s voice. Heidi’s. We all glanced at each other, the commotion building outside.

“I’ll rip your fucking head off!” An unknown woman’s voice screamed.

“Fuck!” someone shouted, a body falling through the door of the tent.

The woman landed on her back, her legs almost coming straight over her head. Jazz stood at the doorway, her hand rolled into a ball, a tiny drip of blood running down from her nose.

“You’ve let Jazz come here?” Jake shouted, the woman lying on the floor of Indie’s tent, dazed.

“What do you mean ‘let’?” Fury snarled. “Since when have you known our sister do anything with permission from any of us?”

Jacob turned to Fury, squaring up to him even though he was over four inches shorter and even less than that in width.

“The fucking Hand are about to rain holy fucking hell down on you and my sister is here in the middle of it all. Fuck’s sake, Fury, can’t you keep any of our family safe?”

Fury’s fist shot out before the young police sergeant could even read the cues from the darkness that swept over our vice president’s face. Jacob staggered backwards, surprised, and then his nose exploded with blood.

“Fucking hell!” Indie folded his hands behind his head, exasperation and frustration telling on his face.