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Chapter 11 – The King’s Plan, The Queen’s Terms

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Jarek

The door clicked shut behind me, but I didn’t move. Just stood there in the hallway like a man walking away from a war zone—unsure if the ringing in his ears meant he won or if he was bleeding out somewhere he couldn’t see.

She told me everything.

And I couldn’t stop hearing it.

Luke fucking Jones.

The junkie coward who latched onto her after her brother died. Who used his patch and his last name like weapons—claiming Sable in public, beating her in private. Making her run his drugs, makin
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    JarekThe hardest part was the first ten minutes after Sable disappeared through the gate. I handled the departure fine. She went over the run with Stone, Cole, and the other two Daggers, kissed Marcus, kissed me, and reminded both of us that she was leading a parts run, not storming a fucking compound.I said, “Have fun.”She stared at me. “It’s paperwork and motorcycle parts.”“Exactly.”Then she put on her helmet, swung onto her bike, and led four Black Daggers through the gate. I stayed fine un

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    SableNothing happened, and that was the whole fucking point.I left the Black Daggers clubhouse a little after nine in the morning with Stone, Cole, and two other Daggers behind me. Five bikes, one ordinary route, one legitimate supplier pickup that had existed long before Mateo Serrano learned enough about our schedules to turn routine into intelligence.Nobody came because I needed protection. Nobody followed because Jarek was scared, and nobody changed the route at the last second to make it harder for some imaginary enemy to find me.We simply left with me in the lead, and the first few miles felt louder than they should have, not because the bikes were louder

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    JarekThe knife had been sitting on my dresser for weeks before I finally started carrying it.That probably made me an asshole, considering how much Sable had clearly loved giving it to me. She had already gotten the reaction she deserved at Birthday Take Two. I had opened the box, tested the weight of the blackened steel, run my thumb over the dark walnut handle, and kissed her hard enough that Marcus complained about the rest of us continuing with the party.Then life kept happening, and the knife stayed in its leather sheath beside my wallet while the club dealt with Mateo, the Jackals, Mack, damaged businesses, cleanup, and everything else that came with surviving a war nobody had

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