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“I need eyes.”

“No problem. We’ve got your back.”

“If he approaches, kill him.”

His chuckle filters through the phone. “So you do have the balls it takes to care for your woman.”

“I’ve got the dick too. Let me know, and I’ll shove it up your ass just so you’re certain.” I end the call only to receive a text seconds later.

TITUS: We’ve got your girl, take care of your club.

Hawk

“You’ve started a shit storm, Bubba.”

“You don’t think I know that,” he barks back.

I got back to the clubhouse fifteen minutes ago, and I’ve heard the entire story. It pisses me off that he fucking did this shit. How he turned his back on his club for a fucking high. “We aren’t fucking kids anymore, Bubba. Grow the fuck up!”

“Hawk!” Dyke yells at me.

“What?” I spin and aim my anger towards Dyke. “I fucking told you that he was into some shit. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Nothing ever good comes from that shit. You, of all people, should know it. This isn’t his first rodeo, Dyke.”

“I’m going to rehab.” Bubba adjusts himself and winces. I hope the graze he got from the fucking bullet burns.

I sigh and drop my head back. “Rehab?” I turn and face him. “You’re serious? You think that going into rehab is going to bring back the trust you lost? You think that me, Cut, Sin, or any of the Devil’s Fury are going to welcome you back into the club? That’s a fucking pipe dream, brother because there’s no fucking way that you’ll ever be Fury again. Fuck that.”

I take a step towards him and push. His grey-blue eyes don’t falter as I get closer. He keeps them trained on me. I push him again. Maybe I want him to make the first move so that I can beat his ass. “He could kill her, Keith. Do you not get that? There’s an innocent baby–Sin’s baby, and it may not be born because of your ass.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he grits. His nostrils flare and I know that he’s fighting the urge to hit me. His pupils are dilated and sweat trickles from the top of his shaved head down his forehead. He looks clammy. I know he’s in withdrawal, and it makes me fucking happy that he’s suffering.

“How you feeling, brother?”

“Enough, Hawk!” Brass comes in. “This isn’t helping shit right now.”

I swing my finger towards that bastard. “I don’t even know why the hell he’s still here.”

“He’ll be gone in the morning.”

“This is bullshit!” I slam my hand on the wood of the table, “I’ll never forgive you if she dies. Because we all know if she dies, then Sin will die right along with her.”

Hawk

“This is fucking crazy. It’s been hours and nothing from Sin or Lick.” I lean back, bringing the legs of the chair up. Cut, Brass, and Dyke and I are sitting around jury. The club’s been quiet for the past two days. No one in and no one out. Bianca is still held up at Lily’s, with two prospects sitting watch. This is a bunch of fucking bullshit. I thought we had issues with the Diablos, but it’s been nothing compared to the shit that Tyson Redding has brought to our table since Savannah ended up on Fury ground.

“This guy doesn’t mess around,” Brass adds. “I’m sure it wasn’t Redding who did the deed to Kara, but whoever’s on his payroll is one sick fucker.”

My phone dances on the table as it vibrates. I look at the screen and see Rhea’s name. I inwardly groan because I don’t have the energy to deal with her. I look at Cut then Dyke. “I gotta take this.”

I make my way through the back of the clubhouse and step outside. “What’s up?”

“Tessa said you’re gone.”

“Yeah, I have some business to take care of. Is everything all right with Rose?”

“Are you coming back?” She sounds panicky.

“Yes, Rhea, I’m coming back, but things here need my attention. Is everything all right?”