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I look down at the guns spread out in front of me. “Yep, I like doing this. Go have fun.”

And I was fine. I’m hoping that he’s starting to understand that I’m not as soft as I look. Mentally, I shrug. He’ll learn.

CHAPTER 12

SPOOK

We’d had a late night going over Honor’s vehicles. I have to admit, I wish I could have met her dad. She’d given Axle and North the schematics and detailed information on what was used to make the hidden compartments.

Then there was the way she competently took apart the weapons, cleaned them and put them back together before dry firing them.

Fucking hot.

Who would have thought that my hippy looking fairy would know how to handle weapons the way she did. She’d told me, but until I saw it, I almost hadn’t believed her. Even with knowing Angel and Siera.

I couldn’t wait to see her in action. I’d take her to the range we had at Hit It. I also needed to get her a tracker. Mason and Reed were covered. I had trackers in all their shoes, but so far, I hadn’t given one to Honor.

I needed to rectify that today.

***

Given the time spent with Honor lately, I need to catch up at my business, not that I would have had it any other way.

Sitting at my desk at Hit It going over an op that we’ve completed, there’s nothing I love more than invoicing Uncle Sam for the privilege of using my teams. Not that you’d know it was them paying with the amount of shell companies the payments go through.

I didn’t care, as long as my operatives got paid.

My phone vibrates on the desk. Picking it up I look at the screen, my gut tightens.

Maverick’s called Church. That in itself isn’t unusual, but we had one yesterday.

This can only mean one thing. Trouble.

Trouble that I know nothing about. It’s not like him not to fill me in, which means it’s personal.

Leaving my office, I don’t waste time going to my bike, swinging a leg over, I start her up, peeling out of the parking lot. I get to the clubhouse in minutes.

The first to arrive at the door of the room we use for Church, I put my phone in the cubby with my name on, then key in the code for the door, opening it.

I leave it open for the rest of the brothers as I take my seat, tension already creeping in, and wait as the brothers file in. Roman drops into the chair beside Axle, but I barely register it. My focus is locked on Maverick.

I know something’s wrong because he isn’t looking his usual laid-back, devil-may-care self. That alone puts me on edge. Maverick only gets like this when shit’s about to go sideways.

I know most write him off as a rich biker, playing at being President of a one-percent motorcycle club. That would be their mistake.

Maverick is deadly when he has to be, but he’s also good at smooth-talking.

I can’t help but wonder what’s going on. He’s not meeting my eyes and I have a gut feeling it’s got to do with me or Honor.

Waking up with her in my arms is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I fucking love having her in my home, in my life. Living with me and the boys.

She spends time with Angel and Axle, but most of her focus is on me and the boys. Honor belongs with us, and I’m not sure how I lived so many years without her.

My thoughts are interrupted by the loud crash when Maverick grabs the pipe and taps it to the plough disc calling for Church to start.

“Church is in session.”

The tone in his voice has every man at the table straightening. He doesn’t use that voice often, but when he does, shit’s already gone sideways.