Chapter 11
Tarot
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THE CALLER WAS Tank. I stepped away from Peyton and answered it.
“Brother,” he said. “I don’t know what the f**k is going on, but I think someone is trying to frame you.”
My stomach tightened. “What do you mean?”
“I just got a call from Phoenix. He was asking me some serious questions about you.”
“Me? I don’t understand. What was he asking?”
“Apparently, they’ve been robbed and the guy on video looks exactly like you.”
My blood began to boil. “I didn’t rob anyone. That’s bullshit.”
“I believe you. You and I go way back and I know you’d never steal from anyone, let alone your own club. Anyway, if that wasn’t bad enough, Devon’s being stalked and she claims you’re the one who’s doing it.”
I was so outraged, I had to step out of the house. “You’ve got to b
