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“He’s a menace to society.”

“He’s the reason most of the brothers sleep with one eye open.”

Shaking my head, I said, “I still don’t understand.”

“Fine, I’ll tell her.” Bailey sighed and sat up. “So, long before the brat showed up, Scribe pretended to be my gay best friend and, well, I didn’t take it well. So I got him back by painting a very accurate and detailed female vagina on his lips.” The woman smirked, adding, “Every time he talked, it looked as if the pussy was opening and closing. It was fucking hilarious. Well, since then, we’ve been in a prank war. Until we each played the same prank and it backfired on us both. Since then, King ordered the two of us to cease and desist. Only, I know my bestie is up to something.”

“We all know he’s up to something,” Sarah agreed. “Why else does he have the greenhouse secured tighter than Fort Knox? Gunner tried sneaking in a few weeks ago, and he got electrocuted. My poor guy didn’t stop twitching for hours.”

Turning to Henley, I asked, “You’re married to Scribe. Do you know what’s in the greenhouse?”

The beautiful woman shook her head. “Nope. The only person who knows is Cameron, and he’s not saying shit.”

“Yeah, well, that’s about to change because I overheard King give Cameron a Special Request. He’s giving Cameron until New Year’s Eve to come clean about the greenhouse. If he does, King has promised to announce to the club that when Cameron turns twenty-one, King will hand over the club to him. If not, Cameron will have to wait until King decides to step down and pray the brothers vote him in,” Bailey informed.

Henley sighed. “Scribe is screwed. Cameron wants the seat bad.”

“Really bad.” Sarah nodded.

“Do you think Cameron will tell?” I asked.

“No,” Phoebe said absently, then smiled. “Reading time!”

Groaning, I looked at the woman and said, “Pheobe, unless those cards tell you who’s sabotaging my career, I really don’t care.”

Phoebe chuckled, her fingers hovering over the worn edges of the tarot cards. “Careful what you dismiss, babe. These cards might just have the answers you’re too afraid to face.” She flipped the first card, her eyes narrowing as she studied it with a frown. “The Magician. Interesting.”

I sighed, crossing my arms. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“The Magician reveals hidden truths,” Phoebe said cryptically, her gaze darting to Henley. “Or someone manipulating the situation to their advantage. You might want to keep an eye on that greenhouse.”

Henley raised an eyebrow. “Why me?”

Phoebe shrugged. “You’re married to Scribe. That makes you closer to the mystery than anyone else here.”

“Except Cameron,” Sarah pointed out, her tone laced with curiosity.

“True,” Phoebe admitted, shuffling the deck again. “But Cameron’s playing the long game. Whoever’s really pulling the strings may have different goals altogether. My cards rarely lie.”

“Rarely,” I muttered under my breath, earning a grin from Phoebe.

“Well, we’ll see if they lie this time,” Bailey said, standing. “Because I’m done sitting on the sidelines. If Cameron’s not going to tell us what’s in that damn greenhouse, then I’ll find out myself.”

“And get electrocuted like Gunner?” Sarah asked.

Bailey smirked, her eyes alight with mischief. “Not if I plan it right. Besides, someone’s got to shake things up before New Year’s Eve.”

I exchanged a glance with Henley and sighed deeply. “This is going to end in chaos, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” Henley said, unable to suppress a small smile. “But at least it won’t be boring.”

Chapter Twelve

Trip

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked toward the kitchen, only to find her sitting on my sofa.

“How did you get in here?”

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