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“Shit,” Savage runs a hand down his face. “He’s right. The second crew pulled in behind the cartel, effectively ambushing them from behind. If we were together in the house we would have been sitting ducks.”

Dima smiles softly before dipping his chin, opening his car door but stops himself from entering. “There is a mole or a tracking device. That’s how they knew where you were.” with that he folds his large body into the driver’s seat slamming the door behind him.

“There’s no way we have a fucking mole,” Dex growls.”No fucking way,” the men are all vocal in their agreement.

“We’ll get to the bottom of it,” Marx grumbles. “Baby,” he says gently, rubbing my cheek, “go check on your girls. If they want to join us in the Office they can.” He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, before moving to press his lips to my cheek, then the space between my shoulder and ear. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Roman

Sasha wraps my hands in his larger ones, holding them tight until they stop shaking.Blyad’,that was close.

“When are you going to tell him?”

Glancing up at my husband I try to ignore the disapproving look he gives me.

“He doesn’t need to know.”

“Yerunda!Dima spent six months looking for Marx, you inserted yourself into his life and you still won’t tell him? He thinks you’re an asshole who is using him and his family for personal gain!”

“It’s the only way to keep him close!” I growl back, pulling my hands from Sasha’s reach. He doesn’t understand. He will never understand.

He lets out a sigh, and I try to ignore the disappointment on his beautiful face. “You can keep him close by telling him the truth.”

“What? That our mother loved me for three years before leaving for an MC clubhouse and a quick fuck then abandoning him like she did me? You think he wants to know that?”

“Moya lyubov’, he’s a good man. He will understand.” Sasha grips my hand, pulling it onto his hard thigh, giving me a squeeze of reassurance.

It doesn’t work. I’ll never tell Marx how or why I’ve inserted myself into his life and the lives of his family.

“One day, Roman. It will all come to light one day, but today is not the day,” Dima says quietly, his eyes clearing, shining bright blue in the rear view mirror.

I relax back into the leather seat. Today is not the day. And neither is tomorrow.

Chapter 23

Marx

“Fucking Roman,” I mutter as I storm my way to Pops’ Office.

I could take one of the ATV’s, but at this point the walk would do me good. I ignore the men dressed head to toe in hazmat suits, instead concentrating on the sheer number of men laid out in the backyard of Pops’ farmhouse.

“Marx,” Moss waves out as he helps bag and tag the men.

“Moss, what the fuck? There was a full on shoot out and yet no one from the public alerted the cops? Law enforcement in this town is a goddamn joke.”

He looks unbothered as he moves on to the next man. “No one called because I alerted all the nearest neighbours, and the precinct that I would be running a practice training model out here. What? Would you prefer we swarmed your asses, hauled everyone in and after 48 hours of processing let you all, including the cartel, go due to lack of evidence?”

“When you put it that way,” I grumble.

“Look, Johnny, I get it. You’ve got women and kids out here. I assisted as best I could, but shit, my sister was part of theoriginal attack at the clubhouse. If I had to choose between the law coming in and sorting out Serpiente and his crew, or the DRMC wiping them off the earth so they can’t hurt anyone else? I’ll choose you guys over mine any day.”

I stare at him thoughtfully, “Have you thought about running for office?”

“To be sheriff? Since Kelson left,” we share a look, “I’ve started thinking more and more.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

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