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complete, but you came sniffing around. I'm sure he won't mind an extra girl. Loose ends are dangerous.”
    Lucky? Who the hell was that? The synapses in my brain tried to fire, connecting the strings of this whole scenario. It really had been Fiddle who'd done this. He was responsible for Claudine vanishing! I'd been right, but what good did that do me?
    I'd walked right into his grasp, made it clear no one knew I was even here. I'd set up the easiest path for this bastard to drug me without consequence. I wanted to be angry, but I was too exhausted. Too hollow.
    “Yeah,” he mumbled, talking to someone on the line. “I've got another, last minute addition. I'll need a pickup quick. An hour? Sounds perfect. See you soon.” Hiding his phone in his jeans, he sighed. Settling on the couch, his position made it so I could see only the soles of his shoes. There was no regret in his tone. “You were too easy. At least Claudine fought more.”
    Claudine.
    You can call me insane, but as I slumped there, lifeless and numb, I had a burst of hope. A part of me that flickered to life, realizing with the utmost clarity that—even if I'd fucked up—I was still on the right track.
    My goal had been to find my sister. If I'd understood that phone call, I was about to endure the same fate as Claudine. The chance of us meeting, somewhere down the line...
    It had just increased in my favor.
    As I faded away into the claustrophobic ink of sleep, I had one last satisfying thought. One final mantra to keep me sane as I awaited for whatever monster was crouched on the path ahead.
    It's for the best.

Chapter Two
    Ronin
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    “L ooks like we're at an impasse.” Repo crossed his arms.
    “I don't much care for your bullshit words. I don't give a fuck that you're willing to give us control of all your drug business. From what I heard a shift in your leadership is getting you out of it anyways. I couldn't give a fuck about your leftovers. What I want is the Steel Veins the fuck out of New Jersey. All of it,” Lucky, the Knights' president, stated definitively.
    Lucky looked to be in his late forties, he kept himself in decent enough shape. He wore a worn deck of cards in the breast pocket of his loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt. I'd heard he was quite the gambler. That was about the only good thing about the man.
    This is going about as well as I'd expected.
    The Knights of the Only Order were the new kids on the block, as far as the big clubs went. New clubs pop up all the time, but few have their tenacity. In the last five years the Knights have been invading and eradicating all of their neighbors. They've been growing faster than any club in history. There's a goddamn waiting list to become prospects because all their members are making money hand over fist, and no one outside their patch fully knows why.
    Whatever the reason, it was bad news.
    I leaned against the wall of the brothel, focusing on everything but the conversation. That was Repo's job. I was here to make sure that Repo got out alive. That's why Remy sent me, personally. I was the only one crazy enough to walk into what was most likely a trap and be able to walk out again.
    Of all the places to pick as neutral ground, why here? I wondered. Between the open layout, people coming in and out, and all the near nude girls walking around, this was a terrible place to have a private, focused conversation.
    Unless that was exactly why it was chosen; to keep us distracted.
    I was downright excited when they told me where this meet up was taking place, but seeing it first hand was disheartening. Whoever ran this place kept the girls in a drug-induced stupor. They floated from one John to the next like they were set to automatic. The whole place had this downtrodden vibe to it that, at the very least, did absolutely nothing for me. As far as I knew, the Knights didn't own the building, they just frequented it a lot.
    “And I'm telling you that's not going to