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He glances my way and jerks his chin in the direction of my bike. “You good to ride?”

I fish my keys out of my pocket and mumble, “Yeah, sure.”

Straddling my bike, I fire it up and ride next to Archer as we head for the house they’re currently staying in. All while my mind drifts off to the confrontation Thorsten and I just had. Did I expose myself by the way I reacted? Does he suspect I’m law enforcement? If so…what will the consequences be?

My chest tightens at the thought of losing what we have between us. Insane because the reason I stepped into his life was an undercover mission. Our time together was bound to end and for damn sure isn’t based on trust and honesty. I pretended to be someone else to build a case against his MC.

We were doomed from the start and never meant to be more than the betrayal and anger of the consequences.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

– THORSTEN –

I watch in the shadows of the outside wall of the clubhouse while Broken Deeds bikers go in and out of Livi’s house. A van drives up and two members get out while others stroll out of the house carrying a body bag.

“What the hell is going on?” Macsen whispers as he joins me.

Right after I slipped out of the window of Livi’s bedroom I messaged Macsen to meet me here.

Keeping my voice to a minimum I tell him, “Nilo managed to catch me off guard when I was still sleeping in Livi’s bed.”

Macsen points at the dead body they’re throwing into the van. “You killed him and they’re doing the cleanup?”

“Livi killed him,” I correct.

He softly whistles. “Fuuuuck. For real? Man, you sure claimed a badass woman. Convenient she has a cousin you can call to get rid of the body.”

My gut tells me Livi is more than a badass woman. The way she stepped into the room, the way she moved? The way she acted like a chick but had such control and grace when she dropped the fucking towel and pulled a gun on Nilo?

Anger flows through me when Macsen jabs his elbow against my ribs and says, “Lucky motherfucker.”

“Lucky?” I snarl. “Luck has nothing to do with this shit. Something is off about her. About them. This whole thing. No normal woman is stone cold in those situations. Not the way shit happened this morning. She was fucking fearless and in complete control. I fucked up by relaxing in her bed and not being prepared for the cartel coming to my woman’s house.” A thought enters my brain. “How the fuck did they know I was there anyway? Nilo called Livi my old lady. There aren’t many out there, beside our brothers and Livi’s family, who know I claimed her. Hell, I didn’t even decide to spend the night until she spilled personal stuff.”

“Back the fuck up, VP.” He smacks my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get out of here and find somewhere we can talk privately.”

We head into the clubhouse and enter my room.

He’s standing with his hands on his hips when he says, “Give me a play-by-play of what happened that makes you doubt Livi.”

I start to explain, especially the towel part and how she gunned down Nilo without blinking.

Macsen rubs a finger against his jaw, thinking things over. “We might need to put Lenz on it. Let him do some more digging, maybe hack into a facial recognition program or something to see if he can discover something. If you’re right, and she isn’t who she said she is?”

“Then we’ll deal with it,” I grit.

The deep feeling of betrayal burns hot through my veins. First my father and his bullshit, ruining lives. Now the first woman who intrigues me, who breaks through my personal defense and creates emotions and feelings inside me I never experienced…she has me doubting everything…especially her.

“Good. Message Lenz. It should come from you and be sure to tell him to keep shit to himself and report only to you if he finds something,” Macsen grunts.

I pull my phone out and quickly type out a message.

“As for the Feliza cartel? Yeah, it’s weird as fuck for them to target your old lady’s house when only insiders know about it.”

Shoving my phone back in my pocket I tell him, “Rainer might have somehow reached out to him, or one of the older members. They knew.”

“You think they suspect and turned on us?”

“Fuck knows,” I grit.

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