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He’s got a vein in his forehead that’s starting to pulse, and I almost burst out in laughter, but I’m afraid he’s going to lash out with the knife and start stabbing everyone in sight, although he wouldn’t get many slashes in before someone shot him.
Diaz’s men all take a step forward. They’re ready for a fight even if they have no fucking reason to be. Whistling, I shake my head once. I can tell the tension is beyond high. Something causes my body to twitch. Trying to hold back my anger in this moment is taking every ounce of my control.
Diaz is a loose cannon, and the world would be a better place if he were fucking out of it. Maybe I shouldn’t have cheered when Raul was killed. In this instance, the old saying is right— it’s better the enemy you know. Because Diaz is a goddamn piece of work.
“Yeah,” I snort. “Just be-fucking-cause. You don’t know shit. You don’t have an ounce of evidence, yet you’re here, dragging Logan into this, and for what? Because you think you know something. Brother, you don’t know shit.”
Diaz’s body jerks back as if I’ve physically assaulted him. This fucker is a goddamn pussy. I am just about done with this entire thing. I suck in a breath and slowly exhale, but when I open my mouth to speak, Logan is the one who talks first.
“You want to leave me here and go away,” Logan rasps.
Diaz shifts his attention from me to Logan. “Oh, I do?” he asks.
I’m done with this conversation. I honestly don’t give a fuck who thinks what, and when I open my mouth to say just that, again, I am interrupted. Except this time, it’s because the door opens and the whole fucking place fills with feds.
“On the ground, on the ground, on the ground!” the men shout, and I do just that.
Mainly because they have guns pointed at our heads, and I’ve got no fucking way to get my gun out and win. I know when to relent and when to fight. So on the ground I go. A man straddles my hips and checks me for weapons, taking my gun away, and I expect to be hooked up with handcuffs, but that doesn’t happen.
I don’t move, waiting to be cuffed, then lift my head, looking forward. I watch as a fed lets Logan out of his restraints. At the same time, Diaz and his men are being dragged out of the club in handcuffs.
Logan and the fed that helped him shake one another’s hands. I am so fucking confused. He must be an informant, and that makes my heart slam against my chest because we fucking bought shit from him. So, now I’m wondering if I’m going to be hauled off, too.
“Go ahead and stand,” Logan calls out before he turns to the fed he’s talking to.
They murmur something quietly to one another that I can’t make out. Placing my palms flat on the floor, I push myself up to stand, then take half a step toward them before I realize the whole fucking place is crawling with feds.
“What the actual fuck?” I ask.
Logan lets out a laugh, then turns to me. “I’m undercover, have been for a hell of a long time, and this whole thing almost got completely fucked. But Diaz was a wildcard I wasn’t ready for,” he murmurs. “I admit, he caught me completely off guard.”
I don’t comprehend anything else past him saying that he’s undercover. I couldn’t give a fuck less about Diaz. But this is Reese’s brother. He’s a cop. He might know where the fuck she is. I open my mouth but slam it closed and try to swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat.
“What’s the blowback on us look like?” Duke asks.
Logan flicks his eyes around the room, then his gaze lands on mine. I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t.
At least not yet.
Instead, he jerks his attention back to meet Duke’s. Logan murmurs something to him. I can’t make it out, but I wonder what the fuck they’re saying because they’re being really fucking hush-hush. I don’t like any part of this shit at all.
Duke lifts his hand and motions toward his office. “I need Bond and Agony to meet us in my office.” Logan jerks his chin toward one of his men and grunts. “You too, Stoker.”
The five of us pull away from the group and follow Duke, who makes his way down the hall and into his office. There is standing room only, and I’m good with that because I want to ask Logan about Reese.
“Devil’s Hellions will have zero blowback,” Logan announces as the fed Stoker closes and flips the dead bolt on the door.
“Yeah?” I ask.
He jerks his chin in a single nod. “I know you’re clean and legit now. Whatever happened, that’s the fucking past. I’m not going to bring you guys down. Dead Phoenix has been, and will always be the goal.”
“You get that handled now?” Duke asks.
Stoker clears his throat. “We got them for this, but it won’t stick for long if it does at all. We want to take them all the way down, completely.”
“What’s this mean for us?” Duke asks. “I want out, but not all the brothers will agree to that. It’s something a select few of us are going to have to slowly do so we don’t get fucking killed for that shit.”
Stoker and Logan share a glance, then shake their heads once simultaneously. “You are the only in we have right now,” Logan announces. “They think I’m dealing dirty,” he grumbles. “So, I’m out.”
