Page 44 of My Reckless Biker

"Good. I'll go with you. Bring him something even though he can't eat it with his jaw wired."

Diesel nods and Tate heads upstairs to crash.

We eat quick, toast and eggs Diesel makes without asking if I want any, just puts a plate in front of me and sits down with his own. I realize this is what mornings look like with him. Quiet. Efficient. Present.

Around nine-thirty, Clint appears from the back hall and nods at Diesel. "Got a minute? Both of you."

We follow him to the conference room. The door closes and Clint turns to face me, his presence filling the small room in a way that's more about authority than physical space.

"You're staying," he says. Not a question.

"Yes."

"Then we need to establish something clearly so there's no confusion later." His voice is firm but not unkind. "You're not just Diesel's woman. You're not just under protection. You've earned a seat at the table now. Your intel is valuable. Your ability to predict Crane's strategy is valuable. That makes you an asset to this club."

I wasn't expecting this. "Okay."

"But that also means you're Vigil family now. That's permanent. When your father comes for you, and he will, every brother in this club stands between you and him. We don't let family get taken. We don't let family get hurt. But family also means you're in the middle of this war, not on the edges. The danger doesn't stop. You're choosing to stay in it."

"I understand."

"I need to hear you say it clearly. So when things get bad, there's no question about what you chose."

I meet his eyes. "I'm choosing to stay with Diesel and with Vigil. I'm choosing the danger and the violence and the war with my father. I'm choosing to be part of this club's orbit as family, as an asset, as someone who contributes strategically. And I'm not running when it gets hard. This is permanent."

Clint studies me for a long moment and then nods once. "Good. Then as of right now, you're under Vigil protection officially. You've got a seat at the table during planning. We need your strategic mind on this. Anyone comes for you, they go through all of us."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. Just don't make me regret it." He looks at Diesel. "She's family now. That clear?"

"Yeah."

Clint leaves and Diesel's hand finds mine.

"That was more than I expected," I say quietly.

"You earned it. Clint doesn't make those declarations lightly."

We head back to the common room where Cain's already set up at his usual spot with the laptop. He waves me over.

"Ready to walk me through your documentation?" he asks.

"Yeah."

I pull up the encrypted files on the USB drive I've been carrying and we spend the next two hours mapping Marrow's operational structure.

I show him the financial accounts, the distribution networks, the contacts my father uses for logistics.

Cain asks smart questions and I give comprehensive answers.

The account that shows regular payments to Martin Torres, legitimate trucking company that actually moves product hidden in furniture shipments. The three safe houses in different counties. The network of businesses that function as fronts. Every piece of the puzzle I documented over two years gets entered into Cain's system until he has a complete picture of how my father's operation functions.

By noon, we've mapped everything I have.

"This is extremely detailed," Cain says, leaning back. "We've got pressure points now. Financial vulnerabilities. Ways to hurt Crane strategically without direct confrontation. This changes the playing field."

"Will it be enough to stop him?"