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But he’d die with the knowledge they were his to protect and provide for.

Turning toward the club, he headed to the place where they weren’t blood, but they were his family.

No other people he’d turn to when he needed help.

THIRTY-FOUR

“The ghost of uncovering secrets.” – Reaper

Days later, he got answers.

None that he liked.

“A fucking shrine?”

“Capone was with me, ask him.” Reaper, the usually quiet biker, hadn’t stopped bleating since he walked through the club doors. Hilarity in his New Zealand accent. Capone in tow, equally amused. “The chick has a shrine of you in her bedroom.”

“Photos.” Capone supplied, his lips twitching.

“We never took photos together.” Tag scowled.

He’d asked for a recon from the Reaper, he was good blending in sightless.

Tag wanted to know if there was any proof of her corruption with the mayor. Rider backed the idea, seeing as they were always looking for ways to have shit on the crooked city official.

“Well, she has plenty of you,hermano.” Sliding his phone from his pocket, Capone handed it over.

They were candid shots taken when he didn’t know.

Most from the gym. Some on his Harley. A couple were of him sleeping.

Fucking hell.

“Our Prince Charming got himself a Bonafide Glenn Close. That’s a bunny boiler for you young’uns who have no good taste in movies.” Preacher directed to the prospects.

“It’s lucky the Prince doesn’t have a pet.” Cackled Grinder.

“You found nothing else?”

“Didn’t have time to get into her laptop, she had it password protected. I was gonna tryI heart Tag.” Smirked Reaper. Even Tag laughed. Asshole.

“You had a lucky escape, bro.” chimed Arson. He’d turned up this morning for work and looked okay. For how long, Tag didn’t know.

“Having proof she’s nuts doesn’t help me if she puts doubt about Marianna’s legal citizenship into question with immigration.”

“The passport and social security not gonna hold up?”

“They got her family here, but I don’t want to test it out if she’s put through checks to prove authenticity.”

“Blackmail.”

They turned to Arson.

“Blackmail always keeps people like her in check. You find something on her she doesn’t want uncovered.”

That’s what Tag had been trying to do by finding connections of corruption between Sofia and the higher ups. Nothing had rung true so far.

“Chicks always have a closet, bro. Dirty little bad girl secrets they don’t want their peers to know.” Arson shrugged, grabbed a bottle of water, and strode back out toward the shop.

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