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“It was fucking fine,” Aragon grumbles.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from snapping at him.

The dude needs to remember that he’s not the top dog. In fact, if I had my way he would be put down. Even if he’s not our rat, I don’t like him for this club.

When the guys get the first crate placed on the lift, Yooper hits the button, and it starts to lower into the basement, out of view. The guys push it off to the side before they give the signal to bring it back up. We repeat the process three more times until all the guns are unloaded.

“Inventory time,” Sap mutters.

“Turtle, deal with the truck,” Aragon orders as more brothers come into view.

“Ten-four,” Turtle salutes.

“Kid’s fuckin weird,” Wolverine says quietly.

We all head into the basement, and my eyes find Poutine’s. I give a slight tip of my head, silently asking him to meet me at the farthest crate.

I pick up a crowbar and get to work on prying off the lid as he joins me. I eye the crowd, making sure no one is close by before speaking.

“How did it go?” I ask under my breath.

Poutine crouches, being hidden by the crate. “It was fucking weird, man. I know I haven’t been on many runs, but something about it…didn’t feel right.”

I pause and look down at him. “What do you mean?”

“Aragon had an entire conversation with the dealer out of view. I broke away and pretended that I needed to take a piss. I watched them trade money, Yak. I wouldn’t have thought anything about it if I hadn’t known the handoff with cash was happening after.”

My heart races, and my eyes dart to Aragon. What is he up to?

“Anyone with him?” I ask quietly as I pop another nail.

“What’s going on over there? You blowing him, Poutine?” Keener yells, making the guys laugh.

Yooper looks over at me with concern for a split second before his face smooths.

“I’m meditating after hanging out with Aragon’s grumpy ass for hours,” Poutine shouts, making them laugh again.

“Enough of the chitchat. Let’s get to work,” Yooper declares.

“Later. We will talk later,” I tell Poutine as I pop off the lid.

As we begin to sort through the inventory, I can’t help but wonder, why was Aragon giving the arms dealer money, and what does he have planned?

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Julie

Yak

Be ready by six. Old lady obligations start now.

It is one single text, but it sends my nervous system into a tailspin. Up until now, I have been able to push the last time I was at the clubhouse out of my head. Yak has been keeping his distance, so other than a few texts, I could almost believe I dreamed the whole thing up.

That is until this morning. One simple text, and reality sets in.

I’m an old lady. At least, that’s what he is letting the club think. I don’t even know what an old lady does.