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If Rurik found out the SDMC was threatening Chet, he’d be ready for war. And while I was definitely ready to wipe out the Savage Dreams, I wouldn’t do so yet. Not when they had this information. Not when Chet’s fucking safety was at stake.

If they were threatening to notify Chet’s father of Chet’s whereabouts, then that meant Chet’s father was still looking for him. And that was bad fucking news. A cop had resources and would bring heat on the Ghost Born MC. On the place we’d been given to belong. And while I mostly tolerated these guys for Chet’s sake, they were Chet’s family.

Chet had a place to belong here, and heneededthat.

“This is fucking great,” Hyram sighed, setting my phone down on his desk. “Does Chet know?”

I shook my head. Hyram was the only person besides me and Chet that knew what Chet had gone through and who his father was. It was necessary that Hyram knew as the president of the Oregon charter of the GBMC. But no one else knew. Chet had asked for it to remain that way so he could leave his past behind.

This was going to fuck up everything.

“The smart thing to do would be to let Rurik in. See if he can wipe this from their databases. But if they have physical proof, that makes this more difficult.”

“The problem right now isn’t the SDMC,” I reminded him. “The problem is Chet’s fucking father.” I could call in Rico, who had given me my in with the GBMC to begin with since I’d worked forRico, but I didn’t want to owe Rico a favor. Besides, that would be just another person who knew what happened to Chet.

I couldn’t break Chet’s trust like that.

“You got a plan then?” Hyram asked, arching a brow at me.

“The best option right now is to take out his father.”

Hyram grunted. “He’s a fuckingcop, William.”

I shrugged. “This club has taken out cops before, remember? Your brother-in-law took out one. The same fucking cop you were behind bars for assaulting, might I add.”

Hyram rolled his eyes. “He was also trying to traffic my little sister and my fucking niece, William.”

“And this mother fucker may take Chet from me,” I growled, jabbing my index finger so hard against his desk, pain pulsed through my hand. “Chet is a smart ass with a spine of steel. And I know he worked his way into being a patched member, to being the fucking secretary, but he still gets flashbacks that leave him in fucking panic attacks, Hyram,” I confessed. “I know that mother fucker will melt Chet’s spine of steel into liquid metal. I promised him I’dneverlet anyone hurt him again, least of all his shithead sperm donor. Don’t make me go back on my word, Hy.”

Hyram pinched the bridge of his nose. “If you want to take him out, it’d be best to let the Bratva handle it.”

I shook my head. “This ismyfucking kill. Deny me, and I’ll do what the fuck I want anyway, Hyram. Don’t test me.”

He glowered at me. “I’m your fucking president, William. You repeated that same oath everyone else did. Remember your place.”

I jerked to my feet and jabbed my finger against his polished wood desk for the second time. “No,youremember your fucking place. Chet ismine,” I growled. “Would you let a cop live if he was a threat to Thyrie?” Thyrie was Hyram’s old lady. She was an incredible woman with balls bigger than most men I’d met. And she dragged Hyram around by the dick. Still, Hyram knew I had him right where I wanted him.

If someone was a threat to Thyrie’s safety, he’d take them out. Cop or not. Just as he’d attempted to do for his sister.

“Fuck you, William,” Hyram finally growled. “You want to do this? Fine. But you take Malachi with you, you hear me? He’ll have your back. And when you leave this clubhouse, you have twenty-four-fucking-hours to get your ass back here, understand?”

I nodded once. “Understood. And you donotlet Chet out of this clubhouse, clear?”

Hyram sighed. “You deal with Chet, William. You’re the only person he truly listens to anyway.”

I nodded once and turned from the room, heading for my apartment, where I’d left Chet napping after fucking his brains out not even thirty minutes earlier.

1

Chet

Ilifted my head, watching as William tried sneaking back into our room. He knew I couldn’t sleep without him right beside me. The moment he’d gotten out of bed, I’d been aware he was leaving me, and I’d been awake since, despite my mind still being fuzzy and my body absolutely worn out from being tied to the bed and punished for being a brat earlier before William proceeded to fuck me like a man starved.

“Where did you go?” I mumbled.

William looked over at me and sighed. “How long have you been awake?” His voice was pitched low and gravelly, like always. He rarely talked to anyone. I was the only person he wasn’t bothered actually speaking to.

I shrugged and tugged the blankets closer around me, wanting to cocoon myself. “Since you left.” I peeked out at him from beneath the blankets. “Why did you leave?” I hated the pout in my voice. To everyone else, I was a jokester. I loved runningmy mouth and being the life of the party. But William brought out the side of me that made me more vulnerable. Heletme be vulnerable. Sure, William was a jackass, and sometimes, I wasn’t sure he was all human. But he wasmine, just as I was his, and I knew he wouldneverabandon me.