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I lowered my arm and stepped back.

“I’m not done.”

“I know,” he said. “But you know the drill. You can’t drive the car to the house. Not without changing the plates first. Seeley is on his way.”

I didn’t bother to ask how Seeley always managed to get exactly what we needed when we needed it.

So I wasn’t exactly surprised when fifteen minutes later, the son of a bitch rolled up with a car transport truck. The kind you drove a car up into, so no one could really see it—save for a few small cutouts on the side.

Seeley hopped out and rolled out the ramp before making his way toward us, gloved hands holding up a stack of plates.

“Car or bike?” he asked.

“Trade you?” I asked Huck, gesturing back to the club SUV.

“Sure. But if you scratch it, I’m gonna be fucking pissed. Who is going with Coast to finish this?”

York, Velle, Kylo, Caymen, and Dixon stepped forward.

“I need Levee and Cato,” Seeley said. “To deal with this mess,” he said, nodding toward the car as the other two men dragged the driver into the backseat so they could drive the car up the ramp.

“You got it,” Huck agreed. “You need more men?” he asked me.

“I don’t think I need more than me.”

“Tough shit,” Huck said, making my lips curve up.

“Three then. Don’t need everyone putting their ass on the line.”

“In that case, Velle and Kylo, you two handle Zoe’s car. Here,” Huck said, passing me his gun and extra magazines.

There was a low purr of an engine, making us turn to see Eddie’s car pulling up beside us. He popped his tiny trunk and moved to the back of his car, gesturing toward the helmets.

“Figure you might need to cover your faces,” he said. “So I lifted these from work. No one’s gonna give a shit that you only wear a full helmet on a crotch rocket.”

“You’re a genius, Eddie,” Huck said, clapping him hard on the shoulder. “Keep them on the whole time. Flip the visors if you need to, but we have no idea what kind of cameras might be around.”

With that, York, Dixon, and Caymen got to work taking off the real plates and putting on the spares, giving the others to Eddie for safekeeping.

Seeley pulled off.

Then Velle and Kylo headed out to figure out Zoe’s car situation.

“Phones?” Huck asked, holding a hand out. “What about Zoe’s?” he asked.

“It’s a burner. I’ll toss it after I figure out the address from the app.”

“Any other smart devices? Watches? Anything?”

As soon as Huck was sure we were as untraceable as possible, he and the others were off.

And the rest of us climbed on our bikes, heading back across town toward the last place Zoe’s app said she needed to deliver to.

It was a real trial-by-fire kind of night.

Caymen and Dixon had never been tested in the “field” before. And it was risky as fuck to trust them without the whole club backing us. I figured Huck trusted York’s cool leadership vibes and my crazy to make sure the job went off without a hitch.

I gestured for us to cut the engines a few doors down from our actual destination, and we rolled them along the tall hedges that protected the property from the street.

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