Everything set?” Jules asked.

“Yeah, truck's riding out. Carlo has things set on his side?”

“Sure does.”

“Let’s do this, then.”

We rode. The plan was to meet up with a truck that was delivering something for Carlo, Jenny’s brother, but the catch was he wasn't moving anything at all.

We had some guys with guns who would be in the truck, and I’d be riding behind it with Jules and a few other guys not far behind us to make it look like we were doing an assist.

It was a long stretch of road. We’d also gotten word that The Raiders were coming through, so it was now or never if we were going to take them out. I was following the truck and had been for about forty miles, when all hell broke loose.

We'd come to a bend in the road, and were ambushed. A truck blocked the way and Raiders came out from every direction. They’d been waiting for us. A bullet whizzed past me. I pulled out my gun and we shot at each other from every direction.

My bike hit the pavement, and I took cover behind a tree that sheltered me from the spray of bullets. Our guys in the truck somehow managed to get free, but I saw one take a shot in the leg. and a quick assessment told me that Carlo’s guy driving was hit.

We were outnumbered.

It felt like the constant firing went on for ages. I only hoped that our backup would get here soon. The air shifted, and I knew something big was going to happen. Jules, Blaze, and Austin flanked The Raiders. It caused enough of a distraction that I was able to get out from behind the tree and get off some better shots, hitting one of The Raiders in his back.

They began retreating as more gunfire went off. Two of the Raiders, who were blocking the road, hopped in their truck and started to pull away. Other Raiders were hopping on their bikes and hightailing it. “After them!” Jules shouted.

I moved to my bike. The gas tank was damaged along with everything in one of my side bags, including my fucking phone. I was fucked. Jules and a few guys went after him, while I found one of our guys’ phones and went about cleaning up this mess. Fifteen minutes later, Jules returned. “I lost ‘em. I don’t fucking know how, but it was like they fucking vanished. They had to have had help.”

“Hate to say it Jules, but they were waiting for us. No way they could’ve known what was happening unless someone...”

“We got a fucking mole,” Jules finished my thought.

“Afraid so. We need to keep shit tight with just a trusted few until we figure this out.”

Hours later after everything was sorted, we pulled up to the clubhouse. My bike was on a trailer, one of our guys was being treated for a gunshot wound, and I was beyond livid.

As soon as we pulled into the lot, Aubrey ran out to greet us. Something felt incredibly off to me. “Mickey! We’ve been trying to reach you.” She was frantic, and my blood went cold. “It’s Marie. She was arrested. Daws is at the police station. It’s not good.

“Where’s Talon?”

“I don't know. Daws left right away. He called Janis, and then took off. He told me to wait for you, and as soon as you got here, to send you to the station.”

I ran to the garage bay and grabbed one of my bikes that I had been working on and raced to the station. Daws met me outside the police station and nodded to a few Raiders who were parked watching us.

“She’s refusing to see us. She called me for help and said her ex was here. They arrested her on some bogus kidnapping charges. I feel like he got to her. She won’t see Janis, either.”

“Anyone know anything about Talon?”

“Yeah. Drazen had no clue Marie was yours. He said they had a court order and picked up Talon from school. Said all the paperwork was ironclad, and she went with her dad.”

“Shite,” I mumbled and hurried into the station. As we were walking in, I stopped frozen in my tracks, because Marie was there walking with a man whose hand was curled around her bicep.

It wasn't just any man.

It was fucking Drake, the president of The Raiders, the man who shot Maura’s mom up with bad dope.

“Marie?” I questioned. I wanted her to get away from him, but was completely confused as to why she was with him.

“No!” she yelled, and I saw panic flash across her face. She mouthed something, but I was beyond lost in my rage. I had sworn if I ever saw him again, I would kill him; and here he was, the piece of shit who was married to Marie.

My Marie.

Drake looked to Marie, and I swore he almost smiled. Then he said words that would rock me.

“You think my wife actually fell for you, you dirty Mick? How do you think I’ve been able to get the drop on you?”

I was setup by the one woman that could truly break me if she betrayed me. My heart went cold as he led her away from me. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t stop her. I just let her leave, and it fucking destroyed me. I couldn't understand how Marie could've done this, but we had a mole, and Drake just declared it was her. I was helplessly lost in betrayal and hurt.