Page 66 of Property of the Bikers

Chapter Thirty

MIRA

I’m at the security office door at seven fifteen.

Reeve is already at his desk. He looks up when I knock and reads my face in the half second he always uses and says, “Come in,” before I’ve finished raising my hand to knock again.

I come in and close the door.

“Sit down,” he says.

I sit.

He turns the monitor toward me without preamble. The screen shows a map with movement patterns overlaid in different colors, red lines tracing routes that converge on a single point.

This compound.

“Viktor’s window is closing,” he says. “You’re eight months. The birth ends his custody options permanently, and he knows it. Based on the pattern of the last seventy-two hours, the silence, the shell company going dormant, the legal team’s reduced activity, he’s not regrouping.” He pauses. “He’s positioned. Final move within seven to ten days. Maximum leverage, minimal exposure. Medical emergency scenario, same architecture as before, but more sophisticated.”

I look at the map. “He’s done planning,” I say.

“Yes.”

I’ve had the argument running in my head since I woke up, refining it, testing it against every counter I can construct, and it holds every time. I came here to say it out loud before I lost the nerve, except I don’t have nerves about this anymore. I had nerves about it at five in the morning. By six, I had a position.

“I need Cade and Jax,” I say.

Reeve looks at me for a moment. Then he picks up his phone.

They’re in the security office by seven thirty.

Cade takes the chair across from Reeve’s desk. Jax leans against the wall with his arms crossed. They both look at me, and I look back at them, and I don’t wait for someone to ask what this is about.

“Viktor’s going to make his move in seven to ten days,” I say. “Reeve’s read is medical emergency scenario. He manufactures a crisis, gets me into an ambulance under legal cover, and I disappear.” I hold Cade’s eyes. “You’re planning to wait, defend, and eliminate when he comes.”

Cade looks at me. “Yes.”

“That’s reactive,” I say. “And it puts the operation on his timeline, not ours.”

“We know his timeline,” Cade says.

“Knowing it isn’t the same as controlling it.” I lean forward slightly. “I have a different proposal.”

The room is quiet.

“We give him what he wants,” I say. “Controlled. Stage vulnerability, he moves, you spring the trap. Fake early labor, I get admitted, his team moves for the medical transfer, you intercept before they reach me.”

All three of them say no at the same time.

I keep going. “If Viktor isn’t ended before this baby is born, the siege becomes her childhood,” I say. “He doesn’t stop. His reputation inside the Bratva requires completion. An asset that embarrassed him, that ran and was sheltered and cost him two shell companies and a federal investigation, that can’t be the end of the story for a man like him.” I look at each of them in turn. “The baby gives him a deadline. I’m saying we use the deadline before he does.”

Jax straightens off the wall. “If the club thinks we’re using you as bait, it undermines everything we built with your status over the last month.”

“Then don’t tell the club it was my idea,” I say. “Tell them it was yours.”

He looks at me for a moment.

“Operationally sound,” Reeve says. He says it to Cade, not to me, because Reeve understands whose objection matters most in this room. “It creates a vulnerability window we control rather than one Viktor creates. Forces his hand on our timeline. If we run it correctly, we know exactly where his team will be and exactly when.”