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But everything was almost an exact replica, it was hard not to let the memories whisper to me as I passed through the hallways.

“You really like me, don’t you, Luke?”

“Do what you must. But I’m not leaving her. I love her.”

“Good morrow and sorrows, Vienna. We won’t be doing this again sometime.”

The last one had me flinching, remembering the look on his face when I had publicly dumped him in front of both our clubs. After my dad had thrown what remained of my—our—baby at him.

How could he stand to be in the same room as me?

I wandered through hallways I had once snuck down, until I came to the room Vienna called his own.

The clubhouse was a weird dynamic. When Crash was in charge, this place had been used by everyone. It was sort of a dorm room for anyone who didn’t have somewhere to go.

Because they lived on a compound, there were houses for the club members—especially those who had families. But some of the lower members didn’t have their own house, and so they crashed here.

There was a house on the other side of the compound, and that’s where the old president lived after he retired. But that hadn’t happened. Warrior had passed away, Crash had taken over the main clubhouse with Dante and Macbeth, and the other house had become another dorm room situation.

Vienna had spent his twenties hopping between the main house and the safe house. I knew that once the fire happened, the whole family moved into the house at the other end of the compound, and once the rebuild had finished, Dante had tightened security. Now, club members, especially prospects or hang-arounds, were not permitted to sleep in the main clubhouse. They either crashed on a sofa in one of the houses in the village, or they used the safe house.

His family was behind these doors, and since what had happened to Bee in the fire, he wasn’t taking any risks.

I knew all of this because we’d scoped the place out. We’d asked around. We’d got the information through one mole or another. It was easily done, especially since the compound was now open to members of the public during the day. They were able to go to the cafes, shops, hairdressers and so on, so long as they were respectful and left before dark.

I knew Jenna lived here ever since Crash had died. And I knew Rachel’s dad was living in Jenna’s old place. I knew Vienna basically lived here now, as close to his president as he could be, keeping guard over the children like they were his own.

I knew all of this, because Nico knew all of it.

There was so much the Riders knew about the Devils. Which made it impossible for me to believe that the Devils didn’t know just as much about us in return.

Which also made me ask the burning question—how could they not know what was happening with the women? With me?

Or did they know, and just didn’t care?

Neither was ideal.

If they didn’t know, that didn’t instil me with confidence that Nico would be taken care of.

If they didn’t care… well, I didn’t want to entertain that possibility.

Shaking my head, I pushed open the door to Vienna’s bedroom, just in time to see Rachel slap his hand away from the needle.

“It’s for your own good!” she snapped.

“It’s fucking massive!” he hissed back.

“You forced Shark to get his when he was stabbed!”

“He was stabbed with a rusty blade! Look at this,” he said, lifting his top up and exposing his bloody skin. “This is nothing but a flesh wound. It doesn’t need that,” he hissed, tipping his head in the direction of Doc’s hand. “Injected into me.”

“Dante,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

Together, they pinned Vienna’s wrists to the bed and held him down whilst Doc injected him.

“There,” Rachel cooed, slapping his cheek. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“You’re a cruel woman. You’re no longer my hair buddy.”