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Fuck, I would need at least a week to show her everything I knew

Instead, I was at the bar, where Bash and Spider were already sitting at the Original’s booth with the uncles and Hawk Colt was behind the bar, grabbing drinks for everyone, and Jet was pulling up a chair for us before taking his own seat

The sight ofdeep inside my chest The brief time he had been in prison, followed by the months he had refused to rejoin us in the MC, had fucked with my head Before all that bullshit had happened, Jet had always been a part of the club He was the biggest reason I had looked forward to beco a member Then he had become president after our father had died, and the club had felt even more like home

Noas just a regularturned the reins over to Bash, but it still felt good to see hi on a run that suddenly needed to happen

All eyes lifted to me for only a few seconds as I took my place at the table Colt dropped a beer in front of me, and I found it hard to look him in the eye

Shit With everything that had happened with Quinn, I hadn’t really thought about ould happen with my brother if he ever found out For years, he had made sure I understood that Quinn was hands off, and I had respected that It had been important to him, and I had accepted it as much a law as the one we had always had beaten into our heads about no one ever touching our sister

That didn’t mean the hands-off rule hadn’t been bent a little as I had foughtColt with her over the years had caused more than a few quarrels between the two of us I didn’t want to admit it had been jealousy, but there wasn’t any other word for what I had felt—what I still felt—whenever I saw Colt and Quinn together

“I thought we took care of the trouble with the Italians,” Uncle Chaz said as he practically sla of beer on the table in front of hi that had to do with the Italians evident on his wrinkled, old face

My ears perked up at the est enemy By Italians, he had meant the Santino crime family They liked to think they ran the West Coast, but they weren’t much to talk about, not coest customers, when it came to security runs Few men scared me the way Vito Vitucci and his men, Ciro and Dante, did They were cold, dark machines who could turn their emotions on and off with a flip of a mental switch I respected them all, but shit, I didn’t want to deal with them often

We had recently dealt with them when Carlo Santino Junior had shot Hawk and taken Gracie Our trip had been extended for weeks when Gracie had gotten sepsis frounshot wound to her arm and we had atteo The bastard had slipped through our fingers I was still itching to get my hands on him

No doubt, so was Hawk

“Dante is still in New York with Vitucci,” Bash spoke up, drawing every eye effortlessly to hiave hi back and forth froo, which has left his businesses … vulnerable Hiswith it, but he has asked us to join the effort to ensure his assets remain intact”

“Vulnerable to who?” Razor asked with a snort “Dante De Stefano is a scary-ass mofo Who has the balls to fuck with his shit?”

“Enzo Fontana,” Jet supplied the answer for hirees as my blood turned icy

Enzo Fontana was an evil sonofabitch Worse than Carlo Junior, whose favorite pasti them I didn’t needtrouble; I alr