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Turning toward Fynn, I nod in appreciation.

He saved my life.

He stepped in front of me without a second thought.

“Appreciate what you did.”

Another nod.

He’s a man of very few words, but I like that about him.

“Time to get out of here,” I say, shoving my gun back into my jeans and keeping my other hand clutched onto my arm.

“I’ll get that out for you,” Fynn nods at my arm. “Done plenty in my time.”

It’s not a wild guess to assume that Fynn has had a rough life.

Following him to his truck, we agree on a location to meet that is safe where he can deal with this fucking bullet.

Then, I will take him to the club.

Jackson be damned.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU thinkin’?” Jackson roars, his fists clenched by his sides, his eyes wild with a rage I haven’t seen come from him in a long time.

It’s overdue, that’s for damn sure.

He needs to bring that side of him back out because the man I once knew, could run a club and nobody dared come knocking.

“He’s loyal. He proved his worth to me today.”

My voice is clipped and short, straight to the point.

“You don’t fuckin’ know him. He could be anyone. What the fuck is goin’ through your head, Spike? You know we screen everyone who comes into this club.”

I cross my arms, the burn radiating through my shoulder. “You screen them. When I ran a club, I fuckin’ did it the way I do now, by a show of loyalty. Never had a fuckin’ problem.”

Jackson’s eyes flare, and the rage in his face is enough to have my body tensing, but I don’t back down.

“Give me your jacket.”

I freeze.

Jackson’s eyes don’t waver.

“What did you say?”

“I said,” he growls, his voice a low whip, “give me your jacket. You have lost the right to represent my club with that patch on your jacket.”

Being that I was once the president of a club, Jackson allowed me to keep my patch. It was respect and honor, and him removing it is a fucking blow that I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from.

“If I don’t?” I grind out.

“If you don’t, Danny, then you will leave my club and never be allowed to return.”

He has never called me Danny, not in all the years I’ve known him.

A cold chill washes over my body.

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