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“Jameson, you’ve been a pain in my ass since the day you were born. Last night was nothing. You saved a girl, and that fucking matters. I would have been fuckin’ pissed if you would have just let them rape her and did nothing to stop it,” he says quietly.

Even though I know I did the right thing, it’s nice to hear it from someone else. Someone who wasn’t there.

“Enough of my bullshit. How did last night go for you? Did I miss anything?” I ask, changing the subject.

Yooper groans and rubs his hands over his face. “Fuck! It feels wrong to talk about this shit out in the open.”

“We decided to do it this way so we know no one is listening,” I remind him.

Being out in the middle of a field isn’t ideal, but we know nothing is bugged, and we would be able to see people coming and have time to stop before they get too close.

“I know. I know.” He shakes his head. “Outside of Albert being a pain in the ass and your shit, last night was uneventful. I’m starting to feel like I’m going crazy and I’ve just imagined all of this shit.”

Before he can even finish his sentence, I start shaking my head.

“No, you aren’t wrong. Your instincts were dead on. Something is happening. Runs don’t get interrupted as often as yours do. On top of that, I know you guys do things differently than where I come from, but from other clubs I’ve talked to, a brother would never overspeak their president in the presence of outsiders without permission,” I point out.

Last night when Keener stepped in and talked about cleaning up the club, I didn’t think much of it, but now looking back, I can’t help but wonder. Is he part of the problem? Does he want to take my brother out and have the club to himself?

“You’re right,” Yooper sighs.

“Does he usually do shit like that?”

Yooper shakes his head. “No. He’s usually typically pretty quiet unless asked. Last night was abnormal.”

“I’ll dig into him. See what I can find.”

“Fuck, I hate being this paranoid!” he hisses as he begins to pace.

Once he’s started to calm down, I speak. “We will figure this out. I promise, Bennett.”

Yooper nods. “Tomorrow, there’s a club party. You might be able to pick some shit up then.”

I bite back my groan. The last thing I want to do is hang out with a bunch of possible backstabbing dickheads, but for my brother, I will.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

CHAPTER

FIVE

Julie

“There’s my beautiful daughter. You haven’t been home in so long,” Dad says like he does every Sunday when we have dinner.

It’s one thing from my childhood that we have kept consistent. Being the chief of police takes up a lot of his time, but barring an emergency, he always makes time for me on Sunday.

“Hey, Dad. How are you doing?” I say, hugging him.

He frowns. “I’m fine, but you’re a bit pale. Are you okay?”

My mind flashes back to Friday, but I push it away.

Those men can’t hurt me. I can’t tell my father that, though. He is the law. I know he loves me, but I don’t think he would have killed someone for my peace of mind. Not the way my mystery man did.

“Yeah. Tired. Liz convinced me to go out Friday night.”

Before he can ask me anything else, Liz walks through the door.