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of the corner of his mouth.
    “And I won’t cast a yay-vote for something Gaylord put in your blasted head. This is insane. What do you have?”
    “I have a meeting with a Fed, an undercover handler by the name of Mark Sampson.”
    “Do you have pictures?” Tigger asked. “Tapes?”
    “Any kind of proof, Devon?” Victory chimed in. “Anything to show the club you’re doing the right thing by turning our friends out and casting a vote that doesn’t just determine their fates with the club but also determines whether they live or die?”
    “You’re out of line!” Devon shouted.
    “No, Devon. You are.” Victory cautiously approached him. Once she stood next to him, she placed both hands around his forearm. “Devon, think about this. What are you doing here? Gaylord hasn’t forgiven you. There isn’t a truce between the Heroes and Rogues and Devil’s Angels.
    “Gaylord has never stopped running drugs. His guys are still making meth. Most of the Angels use, too. Gaylord has set up a perfectly veiled perception of how they want to appear, and you’ve fallen for it. Again.”
    She shook her head. “This is a disgrace. He’s turned you against a brother. You should be ashamed.”
    “Out!” Devon screamed, pointing at the door.
    “I’ll go,” Victory said, releasing her grip. “But if I walk out this door, you need to know, I’m not coming back.”
    Tigger stroked his chin. He admired Victory for her effort, but realized there would be significant consequences.
    Full members and prospects bowed their heads, pretending not to have a strong opinion about the stand-off between lovers. The manner in which Victory had called out their club president made him appear weak in front of his club.
    “You’re out of line, and you don’t know your place.” Devon grabbed the gavel. “We vote this. Now!”
    “What are we voting exactly?” someone asked.
    Devon snarled. “The word on the street leads me to believe Logan Marcs is an undercover agent, working for the Feds to bring down the local chapters of the MC. All in favor of stripping his patch and dealing with him accordingly, say aye.”
    “Devon, what are you doing?” Tigger wondered where the proof was, where the accusation had originated, and how this nonsense had been delivered. Surely, Devon was going on something more than Gaylord’s word.
    “Nay.” The first vote was cast.
    “Nay.” And another.
    It was a continual ‘nay’ reply all the way around the table. When the vote reached Tigger, he stood and shrugged away his leather coat with all its many colors. “I’ll pick up mine when Logan is given his back…along with an apology.”
    If steam had been swirling from Devon’s ears, he wouldn’t have looked any more ridiculous than he appeared at that moment. He’d shamed the club by bringing such a vote to the table.
    Devon frowned. “Why am I not surprised?”
    “Logan can deal with you however he sees fit.” And with that final statement, Tigger stormed outside, boarded his bike, and took off for Johnson City, leaving Fall Branch and the MC behind.
    * * * *
    After Tigger left, Devon retired to his private suite with Victory on his heels. The two hashed things out for the better part of the early evening. When they finally reappeared, Devon quickly made his way over to Sassy and Logan.
    Seated at the bar with Sassy on his lap, Logan didn’t acknowledge him. He kept his grip on Sassy’s hip. His free hand weaved through her head of soft, red curls as he thought of the possible scenarios.
    He’d made a life here for himself and for Sassy. Regardless of their circumstances, they were invested in the Heroes and Rogues. He wasn’t about to let Gaylord push him out until he was damn good and ready to go. He still had a job to do, and his work was far from finished.
    “Can I talk to you?”
    “No,” Logan replied, stroking Sassy’s back.
    Sassy leaned over and continued her fruitless conversation with Cara. She tried to reassure her