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“We will,” she says with confidence. “You wanna know why?”

“Enlighten me,” I say, keeping my tone bored.

“Because I’m good at what I do, Fletch. I’m gonna tear your little club apart piece by piece until each and every one of you is locked away.”

I grin. “Is that right?”

“Enjoy the rest of your night . . . morning.”

“I intend to,” I mutter as she stalks away.

Another officer pulls me up from the ground and walks me downstairs to where the other brothers are. Axel looks at me, and I shake my head to let him know they didn’t find anything. Gemma stops by Lexi. “You’re the bent cop,” she remarks, looking amused.

Lexi smirks. “Not bent, just not a copper anymore.”

“Don’t fucking speak to her,” Axel barks, and an officer pushes him to sit down.

“Touchy,” sneers Gemma. “His office next,” she orders, and a few officers head that way.

“You’re wasting your time,” snaps Grizz.

“If I’m pissing you off,” she replies, “which I think I am, then it’s a job well done.”

“What exactly are you looking for?” I ask.

“Anything associated with crime,” she replies, staring down at her phone.

“So, you have no idea,” I mutter, shaking my head.

It’s another hour before everywhere is searched and nothing is found. We’re uncuffed while Gemma fills out some paperwork, handing it over to Axel with a grin. “We’ll be seeing you again soon.”

Axel waits until they’ve cleared out before ordering everyone into church.

“At least they didn’t find anything,” I say as we sit in our usual seats.

“Not the fucking point,” he spits. “I’m sick of them on our backs. While she’s sniffing around, everything else stops.”

There are a few groans from the men who probably have arrangements in place they’ll now have to cancel. Luckily for me, I run the garage and everything there is legit. “How did you know that bitch?” demands Grizz, eyeing me. “I saw the way she avoided you and how you looked at her.”

I sigh heavily. “She’s an ex.”

“Are you shitting me?” snaps Axel.

“From way before I joined the MC,” I rush to add. “We were practically kids. I didn’t know she’d even moved this way.”

“Coincidence?” he demands.

“Completely,” I reply. “She was at the hen do last night in The Bar, though.”

“Christ,” mutters Grizz. “Does she have a vendetta or anything?”

I shrug. “That’s not an answer,” snaps Axel.

I groan. “We didn’t end on good terms.”

“In what way?” he asks.

“Well, she wasn’t taking a hint, so I had to make things clear.”