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“What happened?” I demand.
Also, I’m not sure why he’s calling me, but I don’t ask him that. I want to know what the fuck he’s got to say.
“How’d you fuck up?” I ask when he doesn’t speak.
I move through the house, open the back door, and slip outside. The air is warm, the breeze even warmer. It’s almost as if the sun is still out. It’s hot as fuck, but I’d rather be here than anywhere else.
“Hell’s Souls. They aren’t letting us go. It was all bullshit,” he grinds out. I could have told him this, but there’s no sense in it, at least not at this point. Choosing to stay quiet, I press my lips together as I wait for him to continue. “They wanted us to deal with the human trafficking and Diaz. They wanted out but needed the money. They used me and Bond to handle that.”
“And now?” I ask.
He clears his throat. “Now I’m being taken to church with the main chapter’s president, along with Bond, and they’re going to vote on what to do with us. They’ve already named someone else as president of my chapter, not that they would ever give that back to me.”
“I know how the Devil’s Hellions work, but how does it work at your club when someone typically wants to leave?”
Duke stays quiet. I hear some rustling, then he lets out a sigh. “Probably the same thing,” he mutters. “Death.”
I’m not quite sure how he thought he was going to get out of that shit, not without some serious fucking leverage.
“Fuck, I gotta go,” he moans.
An idea flashes through my head. “Wait,” I call out. Thankfully, he doesn’t end the call. He waits for me to speak. “It’s dirty as fuck, and it could leave you with a gigantic fucking mark on your back.”
“Alive with a mark? I would fucking take it.”
“The feds.”
There is a moment of silence, then Duke clears his throat. “He’s my contact,” he murmurs.
“Use him.”
I hate to give him fucking dirty rat-bastard advice, but they played him. I know Duke and Bond both want to be free. They want what we have already decided on as a club, but they’re stuck with those fucks.
And fuck the Hell’s Souls for being backstabbing motherfuckers. That is something the Devil’s Hellions would never do, promise a brother anything and then never deliver. That’s sneaky-as-fuck shit, and I wouldn’t stand for it. Neither would any of the others in my club.
So, I’m here to help them in any way I can. If that means I help Duke and Bond fuck them over, then karma’s on me. And I’m sure I’ll get fucked one way or another for what I’ve just given Duke the idea for.
But fuck me, karma, I’m ready for that shit.
ChapterThirty-Six
REESE
An empty bed.
Again.
When I realize I’m alone, I sit straight up, my heart pounding inside of my chest, my body consumed by panic. Frantically, I search the room for him, but he’s not there. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, stand, and rush out of the room and toward the living room.
He’s not there.
Except when my gaze scans the kitchen, I find him.
His back is to me as he stands at the stove. Shirtless. He’s got a pair of jeans on, but his tattoos are on full display, and I can’t help but stop and stare. A whiff of bacon assaults my senses, and I start to drool, but it’s not because of the bacon.
It’s because of the way he moves. His shoulder muscles, they are amazing.
A chill slides down my back, and my body instantly becomes completely consumed and covered in goose bumps.
