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Still, I find myself asking, “What’s a warning? And for who?”

Part of a hand covers the screen, and I realize Lynn just took Archer’s phone. “Answer me this first, pretty boy…are you really done with my niece? Or are you gonna hold your dick until you’re bored from whacking it to the fantasy of the only real thing you ever had in your fucked-up life?”

I’ve done my research on this woman, and to say I’m impressed is an understatement. Lynn has quite the reputation, and I even dare to say some men would be fucking jealous at the heroic things she’s done in her past. To be honest? She reminds me a bit of Livi, and it makes sense since Lynn is her aunt…even if I know they only recently found out about the blood connection.

Deciding honesty is best, I tell her, “I’m not done with her yet.”

Lynn nods. “Livi’s house was torched yesterday. The house registered in her own name, Thorsten. We were able to catch the fucker who did it on video, facial recognition got us nowhere, it’s why I wanted to ask you. We still can’t find her and have no clue who took her either. I know you seem like you couldn’t give two shits, but if you didn’t? You wouldn’t have bothered to show up at that diner.”

Fuck. If Silas torched her house, it would have been done by the cartel’s order. Why the hell would they go after her? Her real fucking name?

“The cartel knows she’s a cop,” I grit and my anger gets the better of me when I snarl, “How the fuck does the cartel know she’s a fucking cop?”

“Well, my guess would be that one of your club has a big mouth. Mind sharing if you have any ideas who? Better yet, give him to us and I’ll torture the fuck out of him and get the answers myself,” Lynn states.

I hate to say it, but I have to agree with her. There’s a rat in my clubhouse. Archer mentioned four wearing a Wisely Dicey cut managed to escape the task force. Four and one dead. Which leaves three old farts, so who the fuck is the other?

“No one tortures a member unless I give a direct order.” I’m very aware Broken Deeds didn’t have to share anything with me. It’s why I tell them, “Let me do some investigation, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I know more.”

Lynn nods. “Thanks, Thorsten. I knew my niece saw good in you, and it’s why I’m giving you a shot.”

I can only return the nod and end the video call.

Macsen snaps, “We have a fucking rat?” as soon as the screen turns black.

“They torched the fucking house registered to her birth name, so they know exactly who she is. We only discussed the fact she’s law enforcement in church. There’s no way any of us would spill the info, right? Fuck!” I rub my face and grumble, “I can’t even begin to think who would rat us out. You? None of us would follow Rainer.”

“I don’t know, man,” Macsen grunts. “Did any of the prospects know? Would any of them secretly meet up with Rainer? Who knows, maybe Jocko has been two-timing us and spilled the info to his father.”

“He wouldn’t.” I can hear the doubt in my own voice.

“Let’s find out, and then continue to confront members one by one,” Macsen says and stomps out of the clubhouse.

My fingers squeeze into fists, knuckles turning white. Fury races through my veins. I might have kidnapped Livi, and am still fucking angry discovering she was a cop, but if there’s any punishment or what the fuck ever concerning her? I’ll be the one handling it. No one else. Anyone interfering with my business, and that includes Livi, will face my wrath.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

– LIVI –

My heart lurches at the sound of the lock. The book I was reading falls onto the mattress and I scoot back to sit up with my back to the wall. Thorsten steps through the door and the look on his face is a mixture of anger and frustration.

“What’s wrong?” I ask without thinking when he shuts and locks the door behind him.

I shouldn’t care; the man is holding me hostage. He checks in every now and then with food. Ever since I attacked him on the first day, he locked me up in this room which has a tiny bathroom. I’ve kept my mouth shut and simply ignored him ever since.

He rubs the back of his neck. “Someone torched your place.”

My place? Out of all the things I thought he would say? I certainly wasn’t expecting that.

“Well, at least I quit so I wasn’t gonna spend another night there.” I shrug. “I bet Rye Beckett is bummed. He’s got insurance, right?”

Thorsten spreads his arms away from his body and grits, “It’s not his place he set on fire, Livi. Your. Fucking. Home. The one that’s in your own damn name, okay.”

No, definitely not okay. My stuff. All of it burned? Thank fuck I put some boxes in storage before I went undercover.

Wait. “You said ‘he’ do you know who did it?”

“An assassin from the cartel. Your cousin and aunt informed me this morning about your house. Every single member of my MC knows you’re a cop and the first thing I jumped to is the realization that I have a rat in my house. A-fucking-gain.”

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