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that everything between her and Tigger would work out—a likely outcome only if hell’s flames iced over and barricaded the devil.
    Tigger was probably halfway to heaven by then, wrapped in another woman’s arms and wondering what he’d ever seen in Cara. Logan couldn’t blame him. Summer was probably like a breath of fresh air. And Cara? Well, Cara wore the title of the club’s sheep for a reason. She was yesterday’s news, scoured over by the dozens and worn thin by too many careless hands.
    Devon cleared his throat. “I want to apologize. The lack of information was reason enough to keep the vote from hitting our table, but Gaylord was convincing. I thought he was telling the truth.”
    Logan gave Sassy a gentle push and swiveled around on his barstool to face off with the MC’s president.
    “I’ll say this once. Only once, Devon.” He paused for effect before pointing his finger in Devon’s face. “If you ever insinuate or cast a shadow of doubt upon my loyalty again, I will strip you of that seat you cherish and make sure you never hold a gavel again. And I can do it. We both know I can. Do you understand what I’m saying here, Devon?”
    “Yeah, I hear ya,” Devon replied, playing off the threat by glancing around the room as if they were engaged in an unimportant conversation.
    “Let this be a lesson,” Logan continued, unwilling to give Devon an easy out. “If you hear something about one of our brothers, you take a moment and consider the source. If anyone is undercover, it’s Gaylord. I’ve suspected it for a while now, but did I come to you and say anything? No. I started my own research.” He reached for his hip pocket and retrieved a manila envelope folded in half. “Everything you ever wanted to know about Gaylord is in there.”
    “Where’d you get this?” Devon asked, arching a brow.
    “Like I said, I’ve been suspicious. I’ve been gathering intel for the club. If anyone’s a cop, it’s Gaylord. He has the markings of an undercover all over him. If I were you, I’d cease operations with the Angels as soon as possible, before whatever heat they’ll have all over them comes down on us, too.”
    “Cease operations? Are you out of your mind? We need them. You know how much money we make off them.”
    “And the Devil’s Angels profit from us as well,” Logan reminded him, tapping the end of the envelope. “If we pull out of our arrangement and stop selling them our guns, the very weapons they could one day use against us, I might add, then they have no other choice except to question Gaylord, the man in the position of authority. And they will. They’re greedy, and they’re always hungry for more action.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Devon slapped the folder against his palm.
    “Because I like to gather evidence and have the proof before I finger someone who will be marked for death if an accusation sticks. Maybe next time, you’ll grant me the same courtesy.”

 
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Summer turned down the bed and slipped on a thin black slip, a sexy number considering the way it clung to her skin, accentuating her high breasts and rounded bottom. She stared at the dark suit she’d worn earlier, now hanging on her closet door.
    Why hadn’t Mark Sampson called her? They were supposed to have a meeting, but he’d backed out, claimed a sudden change in plans couldn’t be helped. There was a problem, one he couldn’t discuss until they met again.
    What sort of problem, she wondered, checking out her hair and makeup in the mirror before going to the phone again. Maybe she should call him. Perhaps something had happened, and she needed to be aware of the circumstances before she crawled in bed with the MC’s VP.
    Tigger would be there soon. If something had gone wrong at this emergency Heroes and Rogues meeting, then she needed to be apprised of the situation.
    She lifted the receiver and started to place her call when a heavy knock fell upon the