Damon's POVWe didn’t waste a second after that phone call. I ordered everyone back to the clubhouse immediately. The drive felt longer than it should have, my mind racing with every possible scenario. Travis was supposed to be locked down tight.If someone got to him, it meant our security had been breached again. Betty stayed close in the vehicle with me, her hand resting on my arm like she could feel how tense I was. I kept glancing at her, making sure she was okay. The baby was safe for now, but everything else felt like it was falling apart.When we pulled up to the clubhouse, the guards looked shaken. We rushed inside and down to the holding room. Travis was still there, slumped against the wall, barely conscious. His face was a mess of bruises, one eye swollen shut, blood dripping from a cut on his neck. Someone had tried to finish him off but hadn’t quite managed it. He was breathing, but just barely.“Get Lucien in here now,” I ordered. My voice came out harder than I intende
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