“And if your judgment’s wrong?”
“Then it’s on me. I’ll take the consequences.”
Glitch stood up. “I want to speak for the motion.”
Handful’s eyes narrowed. “What motion? He hasn’t made one yet.”
“I’m making one.” Glitch looked at me, then at the rest of the table. “I move that Dutch be authorized to share limited information with Indira—specifically, the nature of the club’s business, the federal investigation, and the current threat. No operational details. Just enough for her to understand why she’s in danger and make her own choices about how to respond.”
“Second,” Colt said immediately.
Handful shook his head slowly. “You’re all being led around by your dicks. This is a civilian we’re talking about. She could walk out of here and tell anyone—”
“She won’t.” I cut him off. “She’s had opportunities to burn me, Handful. When she caught me with Crystal, she could have gone to the cops, claimed I was involved in something illegal. She didn’t. She walked away clean.”
“That was before she was pissed at you.”
“She’s not the kind of woman who would use information as a weapon. That’s not who she is.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know her.” I looked around the table. “Better than I’ve ever known anyone. And I trust her with my life—with all of our lives. That’s what I’m asking you to trust.”
The room fell silent again.
“Anyone else want to speak?” Colt asked.
No one moved.
“Then we vote. All in favor of authorizing limited disclosure to Indira.”
The ayes came slowly at first, then faster. Glitch. Colt. Holden. Brothers I’d known for years, choosing to trust my judgment even when they had every reason not to. My hands unclenched under the table, fingers stiff from how hard I’d been gripping my knees.
I looked at Handful, waiting for the nay I was sure was coming. Instead, he met my eyes and said, “Aye.”
Every head in the room turned toward him. Even Glitch looked surprised.
Handful shrugged. “I like Indira. I was just putting forward the opposing view to make sure we covered everything because the club will always be my number one.” His expression hardened. “Brothers, money, tits, in that order.”
“Motion passes unanimously,” Colt announced. “Dutch is authorized to share limited information with Indira at his discretion.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
“Thank you,” I said. I stood up, feeling lighter than I had in days. “I’ll go talk to her now. Give her the information she needs.”
“And then what?” Glitch asked.
“Then I let her decide.” I pushed back from the table, but my legs felt unsteady. The vote had been the easy part. Now came the conversation that would determine whether I’d just saved my relationship—or handed Indira everything she needed to walk away from me for good.
Chapter 26
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— Dutch —
Istood outside Indira’s apartment for the second time in two days. But, this time, I knew exactly what I was going to say.
She answered the door looking tired—dark circles under her eyes, hair pulled back in a messy bun, the soft gray robe from Sunday wrapped around her like armor. But when she saw me, something in her expression shifted.
