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Gun found near crime scene.Lab results show the bullets match the weapon.Weapon registered to one, Nathaniel Hawkins.

Oh shit.Oh fuck.I have to warn them!Him.I have to warn him.But how to do it without him being able to track it back to find me.

“Think, Sadie.Think!”

The Pearl.

I grab Hawk’s phone and start searching through all of the texts from earlier about the guys meeting up at the Pearl tonight.Vincenzo is going to lose his shit if he finds out what I’m doing, but I can’t let Hawk go down for something I know he didn’t do.He might be a complete and utter jackass, but he’s still a King.He may not think I’m loyal, but I have and always will be part of the Kings’ family, and Kings take care of our own.

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HAWK

A few of us made plans to make a trip out to the Velvet Pearl tonight to see if we can get a meeting with Vincenzo and ask some questions.At least, that’s what everyone else is going for.I plan on finding Matteo and asking that big bastard if he knows where Sadie is.I have a feeling if anyone would know, it’s him.

We’re all waiting in the common room for Pres so we can get out on the road.The Pearl is a bit of a drive and we’re all ready to get moving.

Pres comes out of his office in his navy button-down and a pair of dark jeans.We’re about to leave as he walks into the room, but the front door swinging open and a pissed off Linzie comes storming through the front door, shouting for Gabe.

“Gabriel!Where is he?”She shouts, making eye contact with her son Trevor, the prospect behind the bar.He jumps the bar and rushes to grab his mama by the shoulders.

“Mama!”He says between gritted teeth.“You can’t come in here shouting to the heavens.We’ve talked about you showing up here and making a scene.You can’t do that sh-stuff.”

“Son, if you don’t remove yourself from my path, you’re going to see just what kind of scene I can make.Starting with knocking your big ass on to the floor.Don’t play with me.”

Gabe strides over, ever so casually to face Linzie’s wrath.For what, I don’t know, but suddenly my evening is looking up.Watching Pres get his ass handed to him sounds entertaining especially when it’s little Linzie doing the handling.

She’s a almost a foot shorted than Pres, with long blonde hair and a curvy body.I think they’re pretty close in age, both in their forties, and both widowers who’ve been dancing around the subject of making shit official between them.We know they’ve been seeing each other for a while.We don’t know how serious they are since Pres has never brought her to the clubhouse outside of Skyler’s gender reveal party.I’m pretty sure Skyler invited her to come.

“Blondie.What’s got your panties in a bunch?”Gabe says calmly.Jake jabs his elbow into my ribs getting my attention.

He whispers, “I don’t know if I should pull my gun and protect the Pres or start recording the entertainment for the next family barbecue.”

I smile, nodding at the scene in front of us.“Start recording, but keep the weapon handy, but out of Linzie’s reach.”

“You.”Linzie pushes her son aside, and stands toe-to-toe with Pres, nit seeming to be bothered by the fact she has to look up to see his face.She jabs a finger in his chest as she punctuates each word as she talks.“You told me my son would be safe with your club.Y’all don’t get up to anything that would get him into any trouble.No drugs or illegal shit.That’s what you said, wasn’t it?”

“I did.”Pres doesn’t remover her finger from his chest.He seems to be enjoying her little tantrum.I’ve got to admit, for an older woman, she’s pretty hot when she’s mad.I can see why Pres is mesmerized by her.

“Now, what’s got you so upset you thought you needed to come out to my clubhouse and throw your little fit for all to see?”Linzie doesn’t like the way Pres has just called her out, I can see her ears turning red from here.

“If your club is on the up and up, why the fuck do I have Feds coming into my shop for the last few days asking my patrons questions about you and your club?What the hell did you do and how to I get my boy out of this shit?”She slams both hands on her hips taking a step back, but Pres grips her waist with both hands, halting her retreat.

His eyes narrow to slits and his face is a mask of fury, but he doesn’t raise his voice even a little when he asks, “Who came to your shop and what have they been asking about?”

“Does it matter?They’re the fucking Feds, Gabriel!I don’t care what they want to know, I only care that your club is being investigated and now thanks to that damn patch he wants to wear so badly, so is my son.”

“Mama.”Trevor gripes.“The club hasn’t done anything wrong.You need to just…” Gabe’s hand in the air silences Trevor immediately.Apparently, that pisses Linzie off too.

“Did you just silence my son?If he wants to talk to me…”

“He’ll shut the hell up until I’m finished if he wants thatdamn patchyou just bitched about.”Gabe makes eye contact with Trevor who silently nods.“Now, how about you tell me what they said that has you so pissed off so I can apologize, and my boys and I can get on with our evening.We’ve got club business to attend to.”

It’s in that moment Linzie notices something.She steps out of Gabe’s hold and scrutinizes each one of us one by one.“Why aren’t y’all wearing your cuts?Where are you going that you don’t want people to know who you are?”

“That’s none of your concern.”Gabe replies.

“A bunch of bikers who never go anywhere without their colors on so everyone knows who they are, is going out without said colors, says y’all about to go stir up some shit and don’t want anyone to be able to identify you by your leather.”

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