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“So, we’re good?” I ask.
He dips his chin. “When it comes to Piper, yeah.”
I let out a breath of relief. I don’t know what the fuck I was so worried about. It’s not like he can physically take my wife from me. We’re legally bound, not just by the contract that was signed, but also by the fucking state.
“We good with the club?” Legacy asks.
“Give me five months to find new transport?” Raul asks. “You’re asking a lot of me. You have my sister, you’re taking my brother, and now my business? I need a little time.”
Legacy’s gaze shifts from Raul to mine, then he flicks his attention to Roadkill and Agony. We all nod our heads once in agreement. Five months is better than trying to work this shit for years. I’ll fucking take that shit.
“Five months is acceptable,” Legacy murmurs as he extends his hand. “I want photo confirmation of Dutch.”
The men shake, and the agreement is made.Thank fuck. I am ready to get this bitch gone, be done transporting, and go home to my wife. Although, I wish I could watch as Dutch gets his, and I wish I could fucking help him find his end, too, the fucking piece of shit he is.
Raul walks over to Tempt. “Stand,” he demands.
“I need my clothes,” she raps.
He lets out a chuckle. “You really fucking don’t.”
Raul reaches for her arm, and before she can even climb down from the table, he yanks her off and drags her out of the room. His men follow behind them, none stopping to help her get off the floor as he continues to drag her behind him.
None of us speak until they are out of sight. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I murmur.
We know Tempt’s fate. She will be killed just like Dutch. And we will all move on as if they never existed. The first thing I’m going to do is knock up my wife. I don’t care how fucking young she is, or how immature it is of me, I’m doing it anyway.
ChapterThirty-Three
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“What?”I shout. “Look again.”
There is a moment of silence, then I hear Hellcat clear his throat. “Brother, I’m telling you she ain’t here. Thunder said she saw her head toward the back door. By the time we got out there, no sign of her, and the prospect at the guard shack, his throat’s been slit.”
“Fuck,” I bark. “Fuck.”
I look at Legacy and frown, ending the call and shoving my phone into my pocket. “I gotta get back to the clubhouse. Shit went down. Piper’s missing…”
His eyes widen, then I see the wheels turn, and I know he’s thinking about his wife. She’s down there, too. So are Kiplyn and Reese. We got a whole goddamn full house. It should have been safe, but here we fucking are.
Nothing is safe.
Not a goddamn thing.
“Prospect at the gate house is dead. Throat’s fucking slit,” I finish my sentence.
“Fuck,” Legacy grinds out. “We need to get the fuck back right goddamn now.”
There’s nothing here for us anyway. Tempt has been taken care of, and Raul says he’ll get Dutch handled, but then my entire body freezes. My shoulders jerk, and I call out to the men who are all moving toward the exit to stop.
They do, their bodies swinging around, their gazes finding mine. Duke is the first to speak, mainly because I’m frozen in my spot, my mind spinning with a million different thoughts. But what I know is that some shit went down, and it has to do with Piper. And there is only one fucking person who would take my wife.
“It was Dutch. He threatened Piper yesterday, which is why I was going to put her on lockdown at the clubhouse. I found out about it right before Tempt assaulted her. I haven’t even had time to breathe, let alone get her all situated.”
“Fuck,” Legacy hisses. “And Raul was just here. Goddammit.”
This is all my fault. When my gaze shifts to Legacy, he shakes his head, but I ignore him. I know that this is my fault. All of it. Roadkill clears his throat, and I know he is feeling the same way, but this… all of it, it’s on me and nobody else.
