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Judge
I wake in the middle of the night, Emma’s body draped over mine, to the sound of my phone vibrating from the bedside table. I want to ignore it, to sink into Emma and pretend that nothing else exists, but if nothing else, I’m still the leader of the Satan’s Martyrs.
I reach across and pick it up. I have a text from Gunny: One of the men just told me they saw Patrick meeting with The Headsmen the day before last. He was meeting with the leader. I know what you’re going to say, Boss. And yeah, they’re sure it was him. One hundred percent sure.
I put the phone back down on the bedside table and rub my eyes. This makes my life damn difficult. Patrick, meeting with another bike club? Why? For what reason? Is he planning something? The thought makes me sick. The thought makes me wan
