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“You don’t really know him well.”

“I know he abandoned the club for months. I know he’s a damn coward.”

I’m immediately defensive. Tripp doesn’t know Christian the way I do. He’s the furthest thing from a coward. He would’ve died in that fire if it meant saving Carson and Lina. He almost did.

I shake my head. “I was wrong. You don’t know him at all.”

“I know he doesn’t give a shit about you, or he wouldn’t have been fucking you on the bar like you were some club whore.”

The disgust in his voice is evident. There’s bad blood between the two of them, and apparently, I’m the cause of it. All the time Tripp has been here, I didn’t take his behavior to be flirting with me. Perhaps I was blind to it because I was so caught up in Christian and trying to get him to come back. The fact that Tripp is suddenly acting like some kind of knight in shining armor just pisses me off.

“Christian doesn’t do anything to me that I don’t want done. That I don’tbeghim to do. And if I catch you watching again, I’ll beg him to do more than break your nose.”

I go back inside, effectively ending our conversation. He doesn’t know a damn thing about us. No one knows exactly what we’ve been through or how we pull each other out of it. He owes me so much more than an apology. But I owe him, too. I owe this club.

“Can you take me somewhere?”

Sloan arches an eyebrow. “Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go see your uncle.”

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Munsey

If I had my way, Tripp would be out. Something about that asshole rubs me the wrong way. He’s cocky and arrogant and makes stupid fucking decisions. I suppose I was a lot like that when I first pledged. Mason is letting him stay. He’ll have to clean the clubhouse for the next month, though. I’ll be sure to be one nasty motherfucker.

“Go get Taylor. I want to talk with her about her mom and stepsisters,” Mason says.

I walk out and look around for her, but she isn’t in the living room or her bedroom. She left because I acted like a jackass.

“Hey, where’d Taylor go?” I ask Allie.

“Um, she and Sloan went somewhere.” Her response is vague, and I get that she wants to protect her friends, but I need answers.

“Where?” She shrugs, but I can tell she’s lying. “Mason wants to talk to her.”

She sighs. “They went to see Owen.”

I mumble a curse. They went to the Eagles’ clubhouse, and my gut says it’s so she can confront her mom and stepsisters. If I hadn’t been such an idiot, she would be here. She wouldn’t be off trying to play hero or some shit.

“They went to the Eagles’ clubhouse?” Mason asks, overhearing our conversation.

“Yeah, I’ll go get them.”

And tell her how I feel so she doesn’t pull this stunt again. Mason wants to use her to lure her family out. To get answers. To get fucking revenge. I just want her safe and if she’s anywhere near her family, she’s not safe.

“No. Let them go. She’s with Sloan. I trust Owen won’t let anything happen to them.”

I shake my head. “I don’t.”

Sloan was kidnapped under his watch. It could happen again, especially with Taylor’s mom there. Owen might be our ally, but in his case, the whole keep your enemies closer applies. Ally or not, I don’t trust him. Honestly, I don’t trust anyone except the Bastards and Harlots.

“If she’s going to be one of us, you have to trust that she can take care of herself,” Allie says.

“Is that right? Funny thing. I thought she was already one of us.”

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