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What flash drive? What decision did he have to make?

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do with it.”

“I askedyouto make a decision.”

Roman nodded. “And I will. But leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with that or what’s going on here.”

“Nothing to do with this? She’s the reason you were sent to prison. Her bastard father was the one who handed down the verdict. She’s as directly involved in this as any of them.”

“She’s not like them,” Roman said sharply.

Dominic’s eyes moved to me. “Then what is she doing here? How does she even know about this?”

Roman grew taunt and silent at that. He didn’t know why I was here, and I almost forgot the reason I came in the first place.

He glanced sideways at me, his brows lowered, showing his confusion.

He probably thought I tracked him here by his phone, and I had thought of that, but the service sucked in this part of the city.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Roman asked.

I sagged against him. Even when he didn’t know the reason, he didn’t think the worst of me.

I looked at him, then at Dominic, and licked my dry lips before I spoke.

“It’s a trap,” I said.

Dominic’s eyes widened, and he pulled out his gun.

Roman pushed me behind him and faced the man.

Micah was watching this whole scene quietly, his body poised for attack. The thing was, I didn’t know who he was getting ready to attack. His president or his brother.

“What do you mean it’s a trap, girl?” Dominic asked me.

I balled my fists around Roman’s shirt. I always thought being with Roman was the biggest betrayal to my dad.

It turned out, denying him the chance to put these men away would be.

“My dad knows about the drop-off. I-I don’t know how. I heard him talking about it today.”

Dominic’s eyes narrowed on me. “And you decided to come here, and what? Warn us?”

I opened my mouth to answer that was exactly what I was doing when he held out his hand to stop me.

“Be really sure about how you want to answer that,” he said softly. “Once you decide to be in this with Roman—with the club—you’re fucking in. There will be no other way. You will be loyal to the club and not to your dad. Got me?”

Tears burned my eyes.

I already knew that driving here.

I still drove here anyway.

I looked up at Roman to find his soft brown eyes on me. I didn’t look away from him when I answered, “There’s no other choice.”

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ROMAN

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