Page 124 of Reaper

She sighs. “Fine.”

“Gotta go. Oh, and I need you to start thinking about moving up here. I’m sick of waiting for your answer.” He hangs up, looking at me. “Satisfied? ”

“Sorry, brother. Had to be sure.” I pat his back. “Congrats on being a dad. We have your back and will figure out the Killer situation. Right now, we need to figure out who the actual traitor is then.”

“You guys have really thought I would betray you?” Colt looks wounded.

I groan, tilting my head back. “I fucked up. I was so set on it being you that I never even thought it could be anyone else,” I confess.

“I was blinded too,” Wrath points out.

“Thanks,” Colt mumbles as he straightens his vest.

“Trigger said he had a couple other guys. Hawk, Muscles, and Jug.”

“Jug,” Colt says suddenly.

“What?” I ask.

“He was the driver. When he wasn’t, he was always on the detail. He had told me he needed more money for his COPD treatments, so I always had him on it. Obviously it stopped when we kicked him out because of Tara. It adds up.”

“Are you telling me I could have killed him when I had the chance, and you fuckers stopped me?” Wrath demands.

“It’s my fault. We were looking at this all wrong,” I say to Wrath before looking back at Colt. “Why? What would his motivation be to betray us like that?”

Colt crosses his arms over his chest and frowns. “If you got a couple drinks into him, he would start ranting. He didn’t like the way things were changing. He liked how they were under your dad.”

“He got the high off of being a one-percenter?”

“Yeah.” Colt nods.

“Do any of the other guys feel like that? Do we need to clean house again?” Wrath questions.

“Trigger just did a scan on everyone since Jug left, and only Hawk and Muscles raised a question for us,” I point out.

Colt shakes his head. “From what I heard, everyone is pretty for the change. So we should be good. We should still talk to those two, but I think Jug is working on his own.”

“I’ll call Trigger and see if he’s still tracking Jug so we can go and end this once and for all.”

I go to pull out my phone, only to find it ringing.

“Trigger, I was just calling you.”

“The clubhouse is under attack.”

“What?”

I hear several gunshots before the line goes dead.

“What’s wrong?” Wrath asks.

“The clubhouse is under attack. Let’s go.”

God, I hope I’m not too late.

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Does Harrison trust me?

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