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said that Leona was head over heels for Barracuda, but she hadn’t mentioned Barracuda being that deep into her.

Obviously he was.

“Who knows where the hell he is going to show up next. I’m trying not to advertise the fact our prez lost his shit, but it’s not a secret. The other chapters of the Royal Bastards are keeping their eyes open and have said they’ll do anything to help.” Monk sighed. “That brings us to figuring out who in the hell killed Leona.”

That was the million dollar question. We had been trying to figure it out for months.

“We’ve talked about this until we run out of breath,” Jinx complained. “We got no fucking clue why. There’s no way in hell they were meaning to kill Leona. It was a blaze of gunfire, and it didn’t matter who it hit. They were sending a message.”

“Well,” Monk drawled. “It’s been months since it happened, and we haven’t gotten any other messages from them. So tell me what exactly the message they were sending.”

Rebel slammed his hand on the table. “This is fucking bullshit. We know it’s got to be someone connected to Jester or maybe even the Devil’s Rebels.”

Playboy shook his head. “Possibly Jester, but why the hell would it be the Devil’s Rebels? We’ve paid them a shit-ton of money over the past few months, and they haven’t had to really do anything to get it. Some information and now they’re swimming in our money.”

“Maybe they aren’t happy with the payout they got for the girls the Kings took from them?” I suggested.

“They’re the ones who said it would cost thirty grand for the problem to go away. It wasn’t like we went back and forth over the cost to resolve the issue.” Jinx leaned back in his chair.

“It’s not like these guys have a moral compass or anything. They changed their mind about the deal and decided we were going to be the ones to pay for it?” Monk suggested.

“But why go after the girls?” Jet asked. “Hell, they couldn’t have possibly known that Leona and Barracuda were together.”

“None of us knew that they were together. We all thought it was some casual thing,” Playboy grunted.

“Maybe they were trying to get Raelyn, then,” I said. “They knew that you were hooking up with her.”

“But why?” Playboy insisted.

I didn’t have that answer. None of us did.

Monk ran his fingers through his hair. “We have to take it all the way back. Look at every person we’ve even looked at or spoken to, and see if maybe they have some vendetta against us.”

“Oh, man,” Rebel moaned. “You really think we need to do that? I say we look closely at the Devil’s Rebels. Maybe there is something more going on than us having to fucking pay them all the goddamn time.”

“Fine,” Monk agreed. “Start there, but don’t fucking glaze over anything. I want to know every fucking possible thing there is to know about the Devil’s Rebels. No detail is too small.”

Everyone agreed.

We had to do something more.

We were all getting sick of living on high alert, waiting for someone to strike again. We had to get this shit figured out now.

“Could it have something to do with Jester and the whole Memphis and Billie Jean thing?” Jet pondered. “I mean, it wasn’t long after we rescued those two that bullets rained down on the clubhouse.”

“That’s more than a possibility, too,” Monk agreed.

“That’s the fucking problem,” I groaned. “There are just too many fucking possibilities.” We were eventually going to question the fucking mailman if we didn’t start narrowing this shit down.

Monk pointed his finger at me. “What you need to start doing is stop following Memphis around like a lost little puppy dog.”

And now Monk was gonna rag on me for this again. He wasn’t giving Playboy shit about constantly being with Raelyn, so why was he on my ass about Memphis? “I thought we all agreed no one goes out on their own. Does that not apply to Memphis? Barracuda swore the Bastards would take care of her now.” Barracuda wasn’t here now, but that didn’t mean we could go back on his word.

Monk was about to piss me the fuck off with him bugging me about Memphis.

“Drop her at work and then pick her up. You don’t need to fucking sit there and watch her work. We upped the security at the club, so we don’t have to be there anymore. We’re paying a pretty fucking penny to a