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Turning my head, I look over at him.Betrayal. It’s an ugly fucking word, and our club has had its fill of it, but I’m about to give it some more. I don’t know what the fuck that says about me, but at the same time, I don’t feel like Legacy has my back on this shit—mine or Roadkill’s. So, we’re taking shit into our own hands.
“This is probably one of the worst things we could do,” he murmurs.
“You can back out any time,” I remind him.
He lets out a chuckle. “I said it was one of the worst things we could do. I didn’t say I didn’t want to do it. Legacy will understand. There’s no way he wouldn’t.”
I snort. He might understand, but that doesn’t mean he won’t kill us for it if he feels like it. We climb onto our bikes, and Roadkill follows me to the Hell’s Souls clubhouse. Duke has information, but he didn’t want to give it over the phone. I hope Cyrus is dead.
When we arrive at the gates of the clubhouse, they slowly open without us having to check in with the guard on duty. We ride down the long lane, and I stop in front of the building that is their clubhouse. Duke is standing outside watching as I climb off my bike.
“Duke,” I call out.
Her jerks his chin in our direction. Roadkill walks up behind me, and together we close the distance between us and Duke.
“You got something for me?” I ask.
He lifts his hand, motioning for me to come forward, and tugs the door open, a silent offer for us to enter their domain. Slipping into the bar, I wait for Duke. He lifts his hand once he’s in the room, motioning for us to follow him.
“My office,” he states.
Our boots echo down the hallway. The clubhouse is quiet, and that concerns me. You wouldn’t think it would be this way, especially if anyone knew we were coming by. I know that if anyone from another club shows up, our whole fucking group is there to watch, like it’s a fucking circus.
Roadkill closes the office door once we’re inside. Duke walks around his desk and sinks down in his chair before he says a single word. I stay standing, my body loose and ready for whatever battle may come my way. Roadkill does the exact same.
“Cyrus is under guard,” Duke announces.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
He lets out a sigh. “It means he’s untouchable by any of the inmates. He’s basically completely fucking locked up.”
Slamming my hands on the desk, I lean forward. “Why? How the fuck did that happen?”
Duke doesn’t look very happy with my demands, but I’m fucking pissed. I was told this was essentially a done fucking deal, and now the bastard is under lock and key. Truly under lock and key with no way to get the job done.
“It happened because he cut a fucking deal with someone. He’s a key goddamn witness. He’s going to narc on some huge players.”
“Well,” Roadkill says. “Now he’s dead, except it won’t be us who kills him. He’ll never make it to testify.”
Straightening my back, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair with sheer frustration. “Dutch?” I ask.
“We talked about this,” Duke murmurs. “Can’t do that. Not yet.”
“So, we’re fucked.”
That’s when Duke’s lips curve up into a grin. “Not quite.”
“What is happening? Why does he look so fucking happy?” Roadkill asks.
I shrug my shoulders, because I have no goddamn clue as to what is going on or why Duke is looking at us from across his desk like that. But I’m willing to wait it out to listen to what he has to say.
“But we can fuck with their business. Because to men like Raul, business, money, and respect mean more than anything.”
He’s not wrong.
That is exactly what people like Raul give a shit about. Dutch gives more of a fuck about control and power. Together, if they were one person, they would probably be completely fucking unstoppable. Since they’re two people, they fight against one another constantly. And in the end, it will be their downfall. Duke sees the same weakness, which means he has a plan, and I’m here for it.
ChapterEleven
