“You sure?”
“Yeah. Ty’s a threat to the club. He’s feeding the cops, and we both know what that means.”
Mav studies me for a long moment, then nods. “Alright. Lone Wolf tracked him to his sister’s place. Saw them outside last night after some cop dropped him off. We roll in a few hours.”
He pushes up from the counter, grabs his mug, and heads toward the back office. I stay, finish my coffee, waiting for the door to click.
Then I pull out my phone and shoot a quick text to Londyn.
Me: Make sure you and Ty are out of the house. Now.
I stare at the message for a second, then hit send.
They’re supposed to get Ty into rehab outside Atlanta. That’s the plan. That’s what needs to happen. But plans don’t mean shit if people don’t move.
I picture the house. Ty passed out, Londyn on the edge of a decision… and my chest tightens.
If they’re still there when we roll, there’s no room for mercy. Jameson said clean, and Mav expects it done.
And I gave my word.
I’m not ready to put a bullet through someone I used to call family, but if they’re still there, I won’t flinch. That’s the cost of loyalty in this life. You hesitate, you die. Or worse…you watch them die instead.”
It’ll be another nightmare… and this time, I won’t forgive myself.
NINE
LONDYN
We pullinto the driveway just after 1 p.m. The sun is high in the sky, cutting across the yard, catching on the porch rail. The light’s still on… Mom never remembers to shut it off. I shift into park and glance at Ty. He fidgets in the passenger seat, hoodie pulled low, eyes scanning the yard like he expects someone to jump out of the shadows.
“You good?” I ask, cutting the engine.
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Feels like I’m dragging trouble behind me.”
I reach for my phone to check the time and freeze when I see the message from Malcolm.
Malcolm: Make sure you and Ty are out of the house. Now.
I exhale, sharp and quiet. “Damn. They’re moving fast.”
Ty looks over. “What?”
“Got a text from Malcolm. The club’s already on the move. If we’d waited even another half hour…” I trail off, shaking my head. “Let’s just say it’s a good thing we left when we did.”
His jaw tightens. “You think they’ll come here?”
“No. They don’t know we’re coming to Mom and Dad’s. We didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t post. Didn’t leave a trail. You’re safe here, Ty. I promise.”
He nods, but it’s slow, uncertain.
“Seriously,” I add. “They’d have to be psychic to find you here. Just stay inside. You’ll be okay.”
We step out of the car, and head up the driveway. The air’s cold, still holding onto the chill of the morning. I’m halfway to the porch when my phone buzzes. It’s Tony.
I answer. “Talk to me.”
“Keller case just cracked. Our witness came forward and Cap wants you at the precinct. Now.”
