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Inside, he looked around for Skye, even knowing she was at the pool by now. Because he'd spotted Los Li, and they'd seen him, it heightened the danger for those close to him. All he wanted to do was have his eyes on Skye and make sure she was okay.

"I texted Jagger." Maverick stopped beside him. "He's in the parts shop and will be here in a second."

Ruger wiped his hand down his face. "We hadthe fucker right in front of us."

"I'd like to know why the hell he was staking out the pot shop," muttered Maverick.

"It wouldn't surprise me if they were trying to take a load—probably trying to figure out the delivery times." Dio squatted, stretching his back, and stood on a groan. "Havlin is already there every fucking time the truck rolls in. It'd be impossible for them to steal a truck without causing a scene. There are people in and out of those shops all the time, besides a Havlin crew hanging around."

A door slammed. Dio turned to find Jagger striding toward them. He took a cigarette pack out of his pocket and tapped the end of the box against his hand.

Jagger motioned toward the table, but they all remained standing. "Tell me what's going on?"

He shifted his weight. "I walked out of Green Peace Cannabis at two-thirty." He raised his hand. "East side door behind the building. There's a mortgage place—"

"I know the outlay of the area," said Jagger.

"I spotted a black Escalade sitting in front of the other business with a direct line of sight to the backdoor of Green Peace. As I walked to my Harley, I looked to see if a driver was inside—that's when the Escalade tore out of the parking lot. I got on my bike and followed him. Going by the speed, he wasn't sticking around."

"What kind of plates?"

"California." He shook his head. "I couldn't get close enough to get any more than that."

Jagger pinned his gaze on Ruger. "Wherewere you?"

"Following his ass." Ruger grunted. "It was obvious something was going down, so Maverick and I followed Dio."

"You saw the car?"

"Yep." Ruger crossed his arms. "I'd swear on the patch it was a Los Li car."

Los Li often snuck around at night and stayed in the shadows, but one thing was certain. They always rented black, high-class vehicles to travel while in the states. It was as if they wanted to flaunt their power in the face of those they planned to hurt.

Jagger's mouth tightened and he walked a few paces away. Dio waited, knowing Jagger wasn't a president who jumped into trouble without going over all the information. It wasn't only him or even the two hundred plus members in the Seaglass Cove Chapter. Havoc-Lincoln "Havlin" Motorcycle Club spanned the whole Pacific Northwest.

Jagger came back. The news had etched deeper lines at the corners of his eyes.

"We keep the same schedule. We keep our eyes open." He looked at the three of them. "And if we get a chance, we take them out."

"Let me do it." Ruger stepped forward. "Take me off the crew and let me ride alone. I'll hunt them down."

Ruger's need for retaliation fueled him through life. He sought permission to go after Los Li any chance he could get. But Dio knew Jagger wouldn't let his MC brother go alone.

"I'll go with him," he said.

"Jesus." Maverick clasped his hands behindhis head and turned from the group.

He understood Maverick's view. Dio was responsible for Skye now. If something happened to him, Skye would suffer.

"As long as Los Li is in Seaglass Cove, none of us are safe." He shifted his weight to the other foot. "The women need their freedom to go to work and not worry about their kids."

"Count me in." Maverick inhaled deeply. "No one mentions a word of this to Brooke."

What they planned to do would remain between them. It was club business. Once they took down Los Li and kept the Mexican Mafia from trespassing in their territory, everything would go back to normal.

"You get one week." Jagger shook his head. "Don't get yourself killed." He faced Ruger. "Your daughter and grandson need you."

Ruger cocked his brow and patted Jagger's face. "Love you, too, brother."