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“Corey? What the hell are you doing?” Jag growls, taking the gun from my hands. “You shot him? What is going on here?”

“Yes, I did, and I’ll do it again! He’s a traitor, he’s with the other MC, and he’s giving them information! He’s probably going to try to kill us all!”

Jag pauses, looks at Leif.

And then he tips his head back and laughs.

“What’s so fucking funny?” I snap, just as Julianna rushes in. She’s alone, so Bella probably has Julian upstairs.

“Oh my god, Leif, are you okay? What happened?” she asks, rushing over to him. She takes her hoodie off and uses it to try to stop the bleeding.

“Let him bleed out! He’s a traitor,” I tell her.

“Corey shot him,” Jag says, and I’m about to slap the amusement on his face.

Julianna pauses and turns to me. “Why do you say that?”

I tell them about the texts I read.

Leif looks like he’s about to pass out, staring at the blood all over the floor and kitchen cabinets. Does he not like blood? Not a surprise since he’s a coward.

Jag pulls me against him, holding me as I attempt to lunge for Leif. “Corey, let us explain. Leif isn’t a traitor. Well, he is. Just not to us. He’s on our side, but the Lost Lions MC thinks he’s on theirs.”

“They tried to recruit him,” Julianna explains, turning to look at me. “So we got him to go with it and act as a kind of undercover agent. I’m sorry, Corey, we didn’t tell anyone else. We didn’t think anything like this would happen.”

Oh.

Shit.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Damon

We ride in formation, speeding down the highway.

It’s not long until we come across Blaze’s car, parked on the side of the road, right near Corey’s mother’s house. There’s a motorcycle there, too.

Shit.

We all come to a stop, and only then do we see the two men rolling in the grass, beating the shit out of each other. I wonder if Blaze ran him off the road—regardless, he did what he said he would.

He stopped him.

River gets off his bike first and runs to him, grabbing Tatum and taking Blaze’s place. The rest of us stand by.

River hits him in the jaw, then kicks him in the stomach. Tatum still stands, trying to punch River back, fists swinging. River is faster, though, and ducks before getting him in the nose, and then knocks him out in two more blows. I approach and hand him some zip ties from my bike, and he ties Tatum up, and drags him into the car.

It was a close call, but we got him. Now to get home and make sure everyone is safe there.

We follow the car all the way back, just to make sure Tatum doesn’t wake up and try anything. When we pull into the clubhouse, the rumble of our bikes loud as ever brings Jag out the front. I pull my helmet off and face him. He gives me a thumbs-up. All is good.

Fucking wonderful.

I worried that Gio would storm our clubhouse instead, with only a few of our members there. But it looks like Leif did his job and kept him at bay by letting him think we were still going through with showing up at their place. And with Corey’s information, we were able to get to Tatum in time. We all owe her.

Everything somehow worked out and I, for one, am glad.

I just need Corey in my arms, and life will be good again.