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“Lee was more than willing to do it.”

That was good. The children already loved Lee from those times I couldn’t make it. Nodding, I looked up at her and said, “I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?”

No.

“Yes.” The urge to push myself rode me more than listening to my fears.

“Perfect. I’ll let them know. Take this weekend off to get organised. Will you have someplace to stay?”

I could ask Ruin. They had plenty of space, or the compound was another option. “I’ll have a place,” I told her.

Drake

At the compound, I sat at the table in the room we held our meetings and looked at Griz when his phone chimed again.

Talon snorted. “Brother, you need to get that?”

“It can wait,” Griz said, switching his phone to silent. “Has Jones arrived to pick up his package yet?”

The club had gotten a call over the weekend from the president of the Diamond MC in America asking for a favour from us. They needed the Melbourne chapter to nab a dirty cop from the flight he’d been on and teach him a lesson.

We’d heard good things about this club from Muff’s father, who lived over there and was their lawyer. So offering our assistance wouldn’t hurt us, especially when they were offering a favour in return.

Parker, Lan, Dodge, Dive, and Beast had easily picked up the cop. They’d also taught him that he’d fucked with the wrong people and had landed in the wrong part of the world thinking the shit he dished out would go unpunished.

Talon grunted. “Showed a couple of hours ago. He’s resting, and then they’ll be organising a way to get that prick back to the States in a safe manner.” Talon smirked.

In other words, they wanted a clean way to export the prick without the authorities questioning.

Killer snorted. “Cut out his tongue before jumpin’ on a plane. He won’t be able to say shit.”

“He could try and cause a ruckus to get attention,” Stoke said.

Killer made a snipping action with his hand. “Which is why takin’ his tongue would work.”

“He can still write,” Texas said.

“Take his hands too,” Killer suggested.

“Private jet,” I put in.

The brothers chuckled, but it was Talon who asked, “And how are Dodge and them gonna get one?”

I cocked a brow. “Who lives in a damn castle?”

“Wolf,” Coyote supplied. “I can ask him if he’s got one.”

“If he doesn’t, check with the Diamond MC president. They might know some rich fucker who owns a jet,” Griz said.

“Coyote, go call Wolf and let me know. We’ll go from there. Is there any other business we need to discuss?”

No one else said anything.

When church ended, I stood from the table and started for the door, until Griz called my name. I moved beside the door and waited for the others to leave.

“Shut the door,” Griz called. He hadn’t moved from his seat, and neither had my dad.

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