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Chapter 45
Mason I slide the magazine into my gun, watching King pull up beside me on his bike. A second later, Falcon and Elliot arrive, popping open the trunk. The spy is bound with rope, blood seeping from a nasty cut on his forehead. The Iron Serpents have been quiet for a while, but now they're sending spies to infiltrate the clubhouse. This traitor is their latest attempt. "Let's get this s**t over with. I have plans tonight," King says, his voice as cold as the night air. I want to ask about Alyssa, but I keep my mouth shut. I'll just check on her tomorrow. I went home the other night, partly because the chair was wrecking my back, but mostly because the jealousy I've been feeling is turning into an ugly, green monster. I couldn't take it anymore. So, I've buried myself in extra work
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