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“ Keep going, Prez. ”
    “ Okay, ” Trev said.
    He showed me another picture. It
was a really rough looking guy. Really scary eyes. Eyes I had seen before.
    I nodded. “ Yes. ”
    “ Son
of a bitch, ” Trent
said.
    “ You ’ re sure? ” Trev asked.
    “ Positive.
He was there all the time. ”
    “ All
the time? ” Cash
asked. His face dropped. “ What
does that mean? ”
    “ He
and Rocco would talk all the time. Go into the meeting room. They ’ d laugh, have a beer, I
don ’ t know. ”
    “ You
served this guy drinks? ” Trev asked.
    “ Yeah. ”
    “ He
paid? ”
    “ Not
him. ”
    “ Who
paid? ” Trent asked.
He walked to the table and touched my shoulder. “ It ’ s okay, darling, you ’ re doing great. ”
    “ That
man took money from Rocco. Lots of it. He drank for free and took money. Then
he ’ d leave. The last
time he was there, after he was gone, Rocco and Gunner had a shot together.
They were really happy. Excited. ”
    Trev looked at Trent.
    That ’ s
when Trent crouched down. “ Darling,
this is really helpful to us. But you need to do something else. ”
    “ What? ”
    “ We
need you to call Daxton and act like you ’ re
captive and hurt. We need to lure them closer and attack. We need to use you to
do that. ”
    I stared down at my coffee. The
last week had been so peaceful. Now it was going to be nothing but hell.
    “ We ’ re at war, ” Trev said. “ There ’ s no other way to put it.
Things were said and promised that were lies. Now we have to fix it. You owe
this to us, Harlee. To this club and to Duke. ”
    He took out a cellphone and slid it
across the table.
    “ Make
the call, ” Trev said.
    I reached for the phone. The second
I lifted it, Trev stood up. He flipped the table over and took out his gun.
Trent grabbed my wrists with one strong hand and took the phone out of my other
hand.
    “ Sorry,
darling, ” he
whispered.
    Trev pointed the gun at me. “ Now let ’ s make that call …”
     
    **
     
    “ Where
the fuck are you, bitch? ” Daxton growled into the phone.
    I was shaking as the gun touched my
forehead.
    “ They
have a gun to me, ” I
said. “ I ’ m held in a chair, Daxton. ”
    “ What? ” he asked. “ What the fuck …”
    “ Back
Down Devil, ” I said. “ They got me. They took me.
Okay? Everything went bad at that game. I tried … but they were there. ”
    “ Holy
shit! ” Daxton yelled.
    Trent held the phone to my ear.
    I heard Daxton running and calling
for Rocco.
    A door opened, shut, and then there
was another thud.
    “ Put
it on speaker, ” Trev
whispered to Trent.
    He did.
    “ Harlee, ” Rocco ’ s voice said. “ Give me your location. ”
    “ A
room, ” I said. “ I ’ m in a chair. There ’ s two of them. They have a gun to my head. ”
    “ Who
the fuck is there? ” Rocco yelled.
    “ Fuck
yourself, ” Trev said. “ You want to take out
our men? We ’ ll cut
you from the ground up. ”
    “ Trev? ” Rocco asked. “ You think stealing some
bar whore is going to rattle me? ”
    “ Let
her the fuck go, ” Daxton said. “ She ’ s my bitch. ”
    “ Not
anymore, ” Trent said. “ I ’ ve been tearing up that
tight slit all week long, brother. What are you packing over there? A pencil in
your pants? ”
    “ I ’ ll fucking kill them all, ” Daxton yelled. “ I swear on my life …”
    There was more noise and a
struggle.
    It sounded like someone was
dragging Daxton out of the room.
    Trev nodded.
    He then jammed the gun to my
forehead.
    “ OW ! ” I yelled. “ Shit. ”
    “ Whoa,
whoa, ” Rocco said. “ What ’ s the play here? ”
    “ The
play? ” Trev said. “ You ’ ve been doing a lot of talking over there,
Rocco. Right in front of this bitch. She ’ s
said quite a bit. I know about your little target chart in the room. You want
to come for us? Come right into town and face me man to fucking man. ”
    “ I ’ ll do that when you have
my guns ready, ” Rocco
said. “ That ’ s where