Ryker exhales sharply into the phone. “If you see those motherfuckers, call me immediately.”
“Ry—”
“I want them dead.” The rage in his voice goes quiet after that. Which honestly scares me more.
“Okay,” I answer carefully. “I got you.”
After a long stretch of silence, Ryker suddenly barks out a dark laugh. “On another note…” I already hate where this is going. “Jade shot Jameson.”
“Excuse me, what?” I say, shocked but not shocked.
“She fucking shot him,” he says, sounding way too entertained by this. “Pulled out a gun and popped his ass in the neck.”
“What the hell for?” I ask.
“No clue.” Ryker laughs harder. “The crazy bitch completely lost it afterward and we had to sedate her.”
Jesus Christ.
“And now?” I ask.
“Now she’s on the outs with Dario and Spade.” Ryker whistles. “That whole little psycho family dynamic finally imploded,” he says, and the thought alone gives me a headache. Every single one of them feels like walking gasoline waiting for a match.
“Call me if you hear anything. We will be on lockdown at the clubhouse for a bit,” he says.
“Yeah. You got it,” I tell him, and the line disconnects.
I sit there for a long moment staring out across Daggerspoint while my bike idles beneath me.
Then I call Flynn.
“Lad,” he says.
“Things are escalating,” I say, and that gets his attention. I fill him in quickly. Kayla. The Russians. Jade shooting Jameson. The sedation. Dario and Spade fall out.
He goes quiet for a long second afterward.
Then calmly says, “I’ll take care of it.” Which somehow sounds more threatening than yelling ever could.
“Stay outta the way tonight,” Flynn adds. “Storm’s a-brewin. I’ll be sending someone out there in a few weeks. I’ll keep you updated.” Then the call ends, and I finally head home.
The entire ride back to my apartment, one thought keeps circling my brain over and over.
Thank fuck I’m not part of that life.
Not really.
Sure, I work around criminals. Underground fights. Guns. Dirty money and violence.
But Jade and her guys? That’s something else entirely.
The club life. The cartel ties. The political families. The blood feuds. That shit consumes people whole. I’ve seen the way Dario looks at Jade. Like she’s both salvation and destruction wrapped into one tiny violent package. Seen the way Jameson spirals every time she walks into a room. I’ve even seen the Twins with Kayla… too willing to burn cities down for their girl.
No thanks. I don’t want any part of that chaos.
Not permanently.
I’ll stick to the Dungeon. The Cyprus brothers. My shitty apartment and barely legal paychecks.
