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It’s not only him who needs recompense though. There’s something inside me that says I need it too. I’ll never be able to fully move on from the past until I mete out my own consequences—whatever they may be.

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“You know I can just kill him, right?” Cole offers again. I’m not sure what in the hell happened to him that he wants to take on his own form of vigilante justice but Jacob is not having any of it.

“I’m out of all of that shit. You and the Dragons are for backup only,” he reminds his cousin again.

Jacob has two faces. The one he shows his family when it’s family time and the one he allows everyone else to see. Complete professional, uptight badass. Jax must trust him because he was the only one allowed in the interrogation room when the FBI brought me in. Cole and his gang were obviously nowhere near that scenario. However, they did bring in some medical people to look me over. I ended up with a few stitches and some good meds.

I spilled my guts. I told the FBI everything, just like Jacob advised me. I keep running through the conversation in my head when they told me their idea of the sting operation we’re driving to right now.

Jax and Psycho will fight. It’s a way to make sure all of Psycho’s people will be in the same room. None of them will miss it because Psycho will have them all armed and ready to take on whatever necessary, especially if he loses the fight.

I nearly laugh. If. He probably thinks he’s going to win but Jax will kick his ass. There was never any contest in my mind, and I’ve only seen him fight once in years.

Somehow, Jacob got the FBI to agree that they’ll wait until the end of the fight to move in. When we walked out, Jacob nodded at Jax so I can only imagine that was a scheme they’d planned.

The interrogation went well into the night so I haven’t gotten much sleep, but I still feel better than I did yesterday. I applied makeup to try and hide the bruising, and I’m wearing the clothes I got at the secondhand store. Couple that with a bunch of pain reliever, and I’m practically feeling myself. It helps that Jax is by my side again.

Jacob and Cole are going to let us out at the Ring then park and come back. These two are flying under Psycho’s radar, and we want to keep it that way. The more he doesn’t know, the better. I’m sure the FBI busting into the Ring will be one hell of a surprise, and I can’t wait to see his reaction.

Plus, I can’t wait until the moment he realizes it was me who aired all his dirty shit. He never thought I would so this makes it so much better. This is my retaliation. Jax wanted him to see me as someone strong, and this is how I’m going to do it.

The warning the FBI agent gave me sits heavy in my stomach though. He couldn’t tell me the punishment I’d receive, only that it looks good that I’m the one coming forward with the information.

Jacob spears me with a look through the rearview mirror. “Be careful.” He’s been acting protective ever since he sat in the room where I bared all. He heard every single sexual act I was forced to do and the physical consequences afterward.

“I’ll be right there with her.”

“You be careful too,” Jacob says, turning his attention to Jax. “We got you the fight you wanted, but we need something to arrest at the end of it.”

“Right. So keep his arms intact?”

Jacob smirks, and they share a knowing look like he’d be saying the same thing if it was his girl who was in this shit. I don’t know all of Kyla’s story but it sounded like she was in shit like this. Finn talks about her like she’s a goddess, and Jax only grunts but that’s his thing, so I’m guessing she’s amazing.

“Remember. After the fight, I’ll signal the agents to enter the building. Get to the floor so they don’t have to worry about you being in the way if Loomis’ guys react.”

It’s crazy to hear Psycho’s actual name being used. Daryl Loomis. While they were interrogating me, every time they used his real name, it threw me off. Psycho would straight up stab anyone who used Daryl or Loomis. In fact, all these years together, and I never knew his real name.

Jacob slows the car a block away. Jax reaches over to grab the car handle. Behind us, Leenie is driving her own car with Finn, and judging by how they were acting this morning, their anxiety has probably only ratcheted up a few hundred notches since then.

Cole peeks through the back window with a hard glance. Jax sighs. “He’ll keep her safe. You know he will.”

“He better or it’s his balls.”

“You’d have to talk to your sister about that first. I’m pretty sure she likes his balls.”

Cole gives Jax a scathing look that makes me smirk. You can tell they have a grudging respect for one another but that’s about as far as it goes. They won’t ever be BFFs even though Jax is thankful for his help with this. If we didn’t have an in with the FBI, I don’t know what would’ve happened.

Then again, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself because we’re not at the end yet.

“Hurry up and take this fucker out so you guys can get the hell out of there,” Cole barks.

I reach down, threading my fingers with Jax’s. “That shouldn’t be a problem, huh, babe?”

“I’m only going to drag it out to make him suffer.”

With that, Jax opens the door, and we step out. As soon as I’m standing on the road and the door is closed behind me, Jacob pulls away and disappears around the next turn to stay out of sight. For all anyone knows, we used a car share to get here or some shit.

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