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Detective now, apparently.

I say ‘apparently’ because we didn’t speak. We hadn’t since I’d gotten my patch for the club. From that day on, it seemed we were enemies. Each of us on the other side of the law.

We looked a lot alike.

Same height, dark skin, brown eyes, square faces, strong jaws, kind of stern brows. The only real difference came from my many hours spent in the gym, building bigger muscles. He was fit under his gray suit, but not as bulky as I was.

The hell was he doing here?

Nothing on the street was really open yet, outside of maybe the diner.

Then I watched with a strange tightening in my stomach as four officers and my brother moved toward the gym’s doors.

I’d put my weights down before they even got buzzed in by a concerned-looking Everleigh.

Were they here for me?

I racked my brain, trying to find any situation that might point back to me. But I couldn’t think of anything. Not in recent history, anyway.

But there was no one else here, save for a woman and her gym bro boyfriend.

I took several steps forward, watching my brother move up to the desk as the uniforms flanked either side.

That tightening feeling in my stomach intensified as my brother’s hard, disapproving gaze watched an uncomfortable-looking Everleigh.

“Everleigh Barker, you’re under arrest—“ he started, and my fucking heart plummeted.

Everleigh?

What the fuck could Everleigh have ever done?

I was still taking steps forward as one of the cops moved toward her.

“For drug trafficking,” my brother finished.

What thefuck?

Drug trafficking?

Everleigh once confessed she’d never even touched weed, even though it had been legal for ages in the state.

No goddamn way was she trafficking drugs.

“What? No,” Everleigh said, eyes huge as the cop demanded she put her arms behind her back. “No, you have the wrong person. I’ve never even touched drugs,” she insisted, and I couldn’t understand how my brother didn’t see she was telling the truth.

“You have the right to remain silent—“

“You have to have the wrong person,” Everleigh said as the cop continued to Mirandize her as he cuffed her, then started to push her out from behind the desk. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t,” she said, eyes pleading with my brother.

And that cold bastard was completely unmoved.

Rage bubbled up as I took another couple steps forward.

Everleigh caught the movement, and she turned those pleading eyes to me.

I wasn’t unmoved.

I was moved.

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