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"Vex."

I turn.

Grim's expression hardens.

"You're gonna hear him out before you do something stupid."

"He put a tracker on my bike, Prez."

"I know."

"Brought armed men to my fucking home."

"I know that too."

"Could've gotten Kierra killed."

Grim steps closer.

"And he called us before they reached you. That's the only reason we got here when we did."

I look away.

Doesn't change what Mel did.

But it changes what happens next.

"He's got answers," Grim says. "About Mercado. David. Stephens. All of it."

I turn back.

"How much?"

"Enough that you're gonna want to sit down."

The clubhouse is quiet when we arrive.

Kierra stays close to me, one hand wrapped around mine.

Nobody gives her shit about it.

Smart bastards.

Mel's waiting in Grim's office.

He gets to his feet when we walk in.

"Colt."

I cross the room before anybody can stop me.

Grab his shirt.

Slam him back against the wall.

"You son of a bitch."

He doesn't fight.