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didn ’ t know any of
the guys. Some of the faces looked somewhat familiar, probably from a time or
two when we had to make a call for backup down in Brocke.
    I grabbed the door handle to what
would be my conference room … my table … my clubhouse …
    It was a lot to take in and accept.
    I stood and held the door open.
Finn raced inside and stopped at the table. I looked over my shoulder, the
clubhouse still looking at me.
    “ Ax, ” I said. “ Keep that son of a bitch on the pool table. And
keep him alive. ”
    “ Yeah, ” Ax grumbled.
    I met eyes with the woman behind
the bar.
    Fuck … she ’ s gorgeous. Hair, face,
eyes, tits …
    I shook my head. I needed to get a
decent fuck, and soon.
    I shut the door and leaned against
it.
    “ Are
you going to take your fucking seat? ” Finn asked.
    “ No, ” I said. “ I don ’ t
have the patch, remember? ”
    Finn turned. He pointed at me. “ Someone inside this clubhouse
has been giving out information. I reported it down to Brocke a little while
ago and it must have gotten misplaced. ”
    I nodded. “ Well, in case you didn ’ t hear, it hasn ’ t
been all roses down there. ”
    “ Hasn ’ t been roses here either, man. ”
    I stuck my hand out. “ Layne. ”
    Finn stuck his hand out. “ Finn. ”
    We shook hands. The respect of the
Devil Call MC patch.
    “ Who
is that guy? ” I asked.
    “ Name ’ s Alan. He ’ s a small arms dealer near the
Canadian border. He helps people move shit back and forth without a hassle.
Makes a nice little piece for himself. But lately, man, there ’ s been too many coincidences
going on. So I took it upon myself to do something about it. I poked around and
there ’ s someone out there
talking. Telling Alan and another crew our every move, conversation, decision.
Fuck, Layne, I was worried of an attack. I haven ’ t
fucking slept in weeks. Waiting for the call about … you …”
    “ Let
me ask you something, ” I
said. “ Why aren ’ t you wearing the patch? ”
    Finn stiffened. “ Let ’ s stick to the current problem. ”
    “ Fair
enough. So you want to kill Alan? ”
    “ Yeah.
Leave his body near the border. A sign. A message. ”
    “ What
about our inside guy? ”
    “ I
got a name, ” Finn said. He
shook his head. “ Fuck,
Layne, I got a name. ”
    And with that … my first day in Oakville as
President of their Devil Call MC chapter, I was going to have to kill a patched
in member.
     

5.
     
    (Shelby)
     
    My heart pounded.
    Layne wasn ’ t bigger than Ax, not by a long shot, but he took
him down. He took Ax down. He squeezed his throat and tripped him. Then he put
a gun to Ax ’ s head and shut
the beast up. It was something impossible. And before that, he threw Finn like
a rag doll right into the bar.
    Nobody fucked with Finn.
    Not when you knew his story, who he
was, what he was capable of.
    Holy fucking hell.
    If that weren ’ t enough, Layne was beautiful.
Yes, a man could be beautiful. And Layne was. Thick dark hair, a little scruff
on his face, wide and round shoulders, thick arms, a thicker body, everything
that screamed complete and total alpha control. When he spoke, people listened.
And when he looked at me … it made my toes curl. It made my thighs quiver.
    Never fuck a biker.
    My one rule. Christ, my one damn
rule.
    I repeated it in my mind two dozen
times as I stared at the closed door.
    Layne had come in like a storm,
leaving the clubhouse silent. Hell, even the guy Finn was about to murder just
sat there, surprised. Ax stood across from the guy, arms crossed.
    Nobody dared to move or speak.
    The door opened and Layne and Finn
came out. They weren ’ t
bleeding, which was good. It meant they hadn ’ t
beaten the hell out of each other. In fact, Layne stepped to the side and
grabbed Finn by the shoulder. He gave a quick nod.
    Finn nodded back.
    He then approached the pool table.
    From the corner of my eye, I saw
Layne coming behind the bar. He walked right up to me, without an