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“Nothing,” Mila admitted. “I didn’t know enough to tell him anything. He knew that I didn’t spend a lot of time with Devon in the first place.”
“Odd that he was curious about it though,” Bones said, looking around the loose circle and making his own assumptions.
“Why?” Mila asked, reading the atmosphere in the room. “Do you think it’s important that he was interested in the club?”
“He wasn’t interested in the club,” I corrected her. “He was interested in how the club was run. He was working you.”
Mila frowned. “Working me?”
“This is not some random possessive boyfriend we’re talking about here,” I said. “This is a man with a motive. This is a man with a vendetta.”
“A vendetta against whom?” Mila asked.
“Who else?” I said. “Me… us… the Fallen Angels as a whole.”
“Fuck,” Devon said, looking towards me. “Do you think this is connected with the turf war that killed your father?”
“That’s the only thing that makes sense to me at the moment,” I said. “Mila happens to get involved with a man who’s interested in our club. Then, he disappears shortly after nearly strangling her to death, putting us all on high alert. We close ranks in order to protect her, and when he re-appears to claim what’s his, things escalate and—”
“We have another fight on our hands,” Devon finished for me.
“Exactly,” I nodded. “And Godwin has the excuse he needs to finish off the Angels once and for all.”
“He’s the one that brokered the truce with you,” Bones pointed out.
“Because we had his son’s body,” I said. “And he and his best man were cornered, and he was afraid if he didn’t suggest a truce, then his life would be forfeit too. Trust me… he wasn’t trying to be noble. He was trying to save his skin before we killed him.”
“Excuse me,” Mila said suddenly.
I realized how pale she looked, and for a moment I thought she was going to throw up. She turned and went back upstairs, obviously seeking refuge in her room. I watched her go and then turned to my men.
“I think he’s baiting us,” I said. “Mila was just a pawn in his game.”
“So what do you reckon?” Red asked. He sounded more excited than nervous. “What do you think his plan is?”
“I think he wants us to be the ones to break the truce first,” I said. “That way, he can open fire, and he can maintain the illusion of honor. His men won’t respect a leader who doesn’t keep his word. He needs us to come at him first.”
“We don’t know for sure that Godwin is mixed up in all of this,” Bones pointed out. “And until we do, we can’t make any moves. We need to wait and watch.”
It was the most difficult thing to do, but I happened to agree with Bones on this one. I favored tactical caution over headstrong bravery that more often than not amounted to sheer stupidity. I wanted revenge too, but I had to think about my men first.
“Keep digging,” I told my men. “We need to flush this guy out. The sooner we know who he is the better.”
As the men filtered out one by one, I went upstairs. Mila’s room door was closed, so this time I knocked before I barged in.
“Who is it?” Mila asked from the inside.
“It’s me,” I said, without bothering to say my name.
A second later, the door opened, and I walked inside. Mila still looked a little pale. She had a few bruises on her arms from the week of intensive training. She had made strides in a small window of time, and I was actually impressed by how determined she was.
“You don’t look so good,” I pointed out.
“I’m fine,” she said defensively.
I sprawled out on her bed and cocked my head to the side. “Doesn’t seem that way.”
“Do you mind?” Mila said, trying to knock my legs off her bed.
