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“Maybe I want my head fucked with,” he snaps back.

I don’t have time to worry about this. If he wants to come to the clubhouse, fine by me.

“And maybe I’m concerned.”

“About what?”

“You.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. I can deal with my shit.”

That landed in a way I didn’t want it to. I’m talking about my own issues, not his and Lucky’s. He brushes it off without saying what he’s thinking.

“We going, or what?” He moves to his bike.

“Whatever,” I mutter and pull on my helmet, ignoring any further conversation.

When I pull out of the alley, Phoenix’s bike is right behind me.

There are spaces outside the Disciples bar, so I pull in there. Phoenix follows me across the street to the clubhouse. Before we reach the building, he grabs my arm.

“What?” I whirl on him.

“Cool your shit. I don’t know what is going on, but if you go in there the way you’re feeling right now, Nero will shut you down.”

I slam my hands on my hips and turn my head to look at the rows of motorcycles outside the bar. Last thing I need is to blurt out what my issue is. I’ve kept it all locked up for days, and I’m ready to implode.

“Listen, I know the past few weeks I’ve had my own shit to deal with, but I’m not fucking blind. You’re into something with Calli.”

“This isn’t about her,” I grind out, still keeping my gaze away.

“Shit, Garrett. I know you better than anyone. Having a woman isn’t your thing.”

“It’s not…” I trail off and bring my eyes to his. He’s smirking. “Fuck off asshole.”

“You know it’s not a bad thing, right? I might not be an expert right now, but you don’t have to go through life being so closed off. I don’t know her well, but Lucky likes her. The other guys at the shop.” He inhales. “She saw Nero and Nashville the other night. This anything to do with that?”

“No.”

He stares, waiting. I give him the same stare back.

“Same fucking shit with you,” he laughs. “Okay, so what is this? Am I going to need to stop you killing my brother?”

“No. Probably not,” I amend.

“One chance to get it off your chest before we go in here. You know I’ll have your back whatever it is, even if you don’t want to share.”

He is one of the very few people I trust. We can’t stand out here gossiping like Old Lady’s.

“I’ll fill you in later, but Nero found the guy who killed my sister.”

“What?” Phoenix’s brow lifts.

“Yeah, he’s known a while, but he’s into something with the club and wanted me to hold off.”

“Garrett…” Phoenix’s troubled look darkens, touched with a hint of concern. “What do you want to do with this information?”

All I can do is shake my head in response. I know what Iwantto do, it’s whether I can go through with it. What fucking good is involving the police? They did fuck all when it happened. No, this has got to be dealt with by me. Or with the club behind me.

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