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this war path I’m on. I’ll do whatever, kill whoever I need to in order to get this done. I just need to be organized, have a clear plan. They started this, but I’m sure as hell going to finish it.
    “That’s your solution?” Chopper demands. “Throw money at it and hope it works out?”
    “Pop –”
    “No. They messed with one of ours. We shouldn’t be sitting around this table talking about shit. We should be getting shit done. You’re the president of this club, that’s your woman, and the best you can come up with is a reward for information?”
    “You’d rather I go around killing people, hoping I got the right one? I need to make sure. I need to have a solid plan.”
    “I’ve sat at this table and been quiet for a long time. I did that because you made good decisions. I trusted you to do what’s best for everyone, for the club. I can’t keep quiet on this.”
    “What do you want me to do?” I ask in exasperation. “What would you do?”
    “I’d send a clear message that no one fucks with the Dealers—not the members, not their families. You bust enough heads, you’re sure to flush out a rat.”
    “And where do you suggest I start, huh? We’re in a pretty good place with everyone right now. I go on a killing spree, I start wars with people who have nothing to do with this. I don’t need that on top of everything. That’s only going to take attention away from this . Finding Raven’s attacker is more important than an unnecessary war.”
    “Fine,” he relents. “But do you know how many low-lifes you’re going to attract with that money?”
    “We just have to weed out the useful stuff. The prospects can help with that.”
    “Okay. We’ll do this your way.”
    “Anyone else have anything to say?” I look around the table but no one speaks up, so I continue. “Good. Now, next order of business.”
    Chopper is still sneering at me. He’s my father, but he’s not the president of this club anymore. I allowed him to have his say, but now he needs to step back in line. I convey that message in my stare, but I know I’m my father’s son. He stares back unwaveringly, and I can sense the tension coming from the other men at the table. I begin to think he won’t back down, but he nods in concession and leans back in his chair. Thank God. I wouldn’t have enjoyed teaching my father a lesson in obedience.

***Raven***
     
    My eyes snap open and I stare into the darkness of the room. My pulse is racing and my breathing is ragged. Sweat is trickling down my face and my hands are clammy. I reach for Gage, but he’s not in bed. Sitting up, I try to calm my breathing. It’s not working.
    I throw off the covers and head for the door. In the bar, I find Ron and Booker. They notice my panicked state and jump to their feet.
    “You okay, Raven?” Ron asks.
    “Where’s Gage?”
    “He’s in the chapel.”
    I eye the big double doors for a second before I head in that direction. Ron grabs me before I can reach them.
    “You can’t go in there. I can’t let you go in there.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s not allowed. I’m sorry.”
    “Let me go.”
    “Raven –”
    I pull my hand from his, plant it in his chest, and push him away. He falls back, grabbing at air to find something to hold onto. I don’t wait to see what happens. I take off running and burst through the doors. Everyone in the room turns to me in surprise. I survey the table before my gaze lands on Gage. Our eyes meet and he immediately leaves his chair. I run to him and he sweeps me up in his arms.
    “Get the fuck out,” he growls at the men in the room.
    As he sits with me on his lap, I listen to the shuffling sounds of everyone leaving. I tighten my good arm around him, nestling my face into his neck.
    “What’s wrong, doll?”
    “I...I had a dream.”
    “What was it about?”
    “I saw it.”
    “I don’t understand,” he says. “Saw what?”
    “I was tied to my bed.”
    His body becomes rigid and he pulls me