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I paused. “I will. I’ll be back. Okay?”

“Okay.” Another sigh, but this one was soft.

As if the idea of my coming back home to her was something she wanted. I still wasn’t sure. Physical attraction was different from emotional attachment.

She could lust after me, but she could also be biding her time until the day I let her go.

Hated to break it to her, but that day would be the day after forever.

I shook my head at my own thoughts and petted her soft hair before I made my way out the door.

It didn’t take me long to get to the warehouse Roman was talking about. I found him parked a distance away, and I drove up to him, got off my bike, and stood there, taking in the flames as they engulfed the empty warehouse.

“How long before the cops show up?” I asked.

“Could be soon. The smoke is getting big, and it won’t be long before someone notices and reports it.”

I nodded.

We now had the list narrowed down to five men.

Trent was at the top of the list. I still didn’t know what the Sons of War could offer him to make him turn on me, but he was always resentful that I didn’t give him the VP position.

The slimy little fucker wouldn’t have lasted one day in the position.

I was almost certain he was the one who gave the Sons of War men the location of this place after I had Roman and Kai tell him and four other men in the group this location.

I didn’t think he was the only rat.

He was too stupid to pull off stunts like this, and I wasn’t gonna act until I had all the information. It would only be a matter of time.

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We got backto the bar a little after twelve, when most employees, including Trent, were coming in and getting ready for their shifts.

Roman nodded to the bastard standing at the bar, doing his prep work. We stood there and watched, and after a moment, he must have felt eyes on him because he looked up and met my gaze.

He raised his hand as if to greet me, and when I didn’t react, he slowly let that hand fall.

The fucker squirmed on his feet, clearly more uncomfortable the longer I stood there and watched him.

Good.

He should be uncomfortable.

Because if I found he had anything to do with Braxton,merediscomfort would be the last thing he would be feeling.

I turned away and headed to my usual table, ordering beer from the bottle. I didn’t drink anything from the tap, not trusting my enemies not to take advantage of that and poison me to death.

Wouldn’t that be a fucking pathetic way to go?

Roman sat next to me, looking up at the TV in the bar.

“What’s got you so interested?” I asked.

He tapped my shoulder, frowning slightly. “They’re opening a new commercial manufacturing company here in Sacramento.”

“A commercial manufacturing company?” That was fucking unusual, only because we hadn’t had anything that big develop in the city without my knowing about it first. How the fuck was this the first I was hearing about this? I spent a pretty penny to get my people elected as board members for the city to tell me shit like this.

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