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I glanced behind Blade, noticing Carina slip through the entrance doors. “Kit!” she called out. “It’s good to see you.”

His eyes swept over her, probably studying how she’d filled out and finally gotten some color in her cheeks, unlike the last time he saw her. When she first arrived at the hotel, she was overworked, underpaid, and struggling to make ends meet as a single mom. These days, she’d lost the air of desperation that seemed to follow her when she turned up with Gigi.

It hit me how Blade and Carina had both been suggested to me by Breaker, and how they’d become integral to helping me rebuild the club after Ace screwed us over.

Both of them were important in helping the place run smoothly. Blade kept the men in line, and Carina looked after us by making sure we had home-cooked meals, a clean, comfortable environment, and laundered clothes.

Now he was here, putting his life at risk to help me extricate Anna from a dangerous sitch without a thought for himself. He was probably one of the most unselfish men I’d had the pleasure of knowing.

It suddenly hit me that I had a lot to thank Kit ‘Heartbreaker’ Stone for.

“Come inside,” I urged. “I’m sure you want a quick catch-up with Freya before we head into Church.”

“That would be good,” he agreed.

I rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Thanks for comin’, brother. Know you hate leaving Kennedy and the kids. Appreciate you bein’ here.”

He smiled down at Freya, who beamed back. “It’s no hardship. I’m happy to help in any way I can.” His eyes lifted to meet mine, and I immediately caught the change in his demeanor. I’d seen that dark, blank expression many times and recognized it as the look of a soldier preparing to go into battle.

That was the moment all my nerves and anxiety faded away and a realization hit me square in the chest.

There was nobody who could beat us when we put our mind to something. Better and meaner men than Anna’s husband had tried and failed to take us out, and every time, we’d proven we were indestructible.

The Speed Demons always came out on top.

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Two hours later, I sat back in my seat and eyed every man around the table one by one. “So, we all know what we’re doin’ and what our roles are?”

“Got it, Prez,” Gambit affirmed.

Breaker gave me a confident nod, his face expressionless.

Picasso grinned and jerked his chin.

“Good,” I muttered, my heart clenching as Anna’s face flashed through my mind.

Shit was starting to get real. Within hours, I’d have my woman back in my sights, and I couldn’t help wondering how she’d react when she saw me. Colt was right. Anna would either kiss me or punch me in the mouth, depending on her mood and how pissed off she was.

“Shep and I will fly in with you and be there ready for when the incident gets called in,” Colt added. “We’ll tell local law enforcement that we’ve been investigating the Lis brothers and had our ear to the ground. They know their operation has been on our radar for a while, so it shouldn’t strike them as too much of a coincidence.”

Not for the first time, I thanked God we had the Feds on our side, and in particular, Colt.

I’d known the tech genius since the day he showed up at the Wyoming chapter. He’d taken Dagger’s back in a bar fight and promptly got offered a place in the club. He was a computer mastermind and ex-intelligence officer. There wasn’t a computer or security system in existence he couldn’t hack. Nobody was safe from Colt and that included criminals and the government, which was probably why the FBI had coerced him into the fold. It was safer to have him as an agent than an enemy, and it had worked out for Colt as he’d been in love with the prez’s daughter, Freya. He decided to leave the club and join the Feds to get around the fact that she was off-limits to all brothers.

At the time, Dagger had ordered Colt into the ring and fought dirty to prove a point, and for a while, things were fraught between Freya and her dad. Hence her move to Virginia.

I took advantage of the fact Colt was close and recruited him into my chapter. He was a brother but also the liaison between the club and the Feds. He handled all our contracts and tech work, as well as acting as our go-between.

It had worked out well, and I had to admit having a Fed who was also a member of our club gave us valuable inside knowledge. Colt got the best of both worlds. He kept the sense of brotherhood he loved so much and also got to keep his patch. Additionally, he got to play secret agent and utilize his mad technical skills and knowledge and do it with the law on his side.

Win-fucking-win.

“Still can’t believe you’ve got your own private plane,” Breaker crowed. “Cash’s face will turn green when I tell him we’ve been jetting around the country.”

I laughed. “It’s an old one.”

“Don’t call PJ old,” Ice admonished. “She’s never let us down yet.”

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