The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 493

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Chapter 242-1

Most of the civilian guests have slipped out into the midnight rain, but the brothers remain,

scattered across the dark leather booths in low, muted conversation.

The front doors open now, followed by the muffled commotion of heavy boots kicking off

mud on the entryway mat and high heels on the floor.

My father’s head snaps up instantly, his hand dropping to the grip of the sidearm beneath his

cut. Mayhem stands, his broad frame instantly blocking the sightline to the foyer, while Rook

shifts smoothly toward the shadows near the bar, his hand resting on the hilt of his combat

blade.

Through the doorway steps Roxy, her fake–fur coat damp from the drizzle, her high heels.

clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Directly behind her comes Flea, his hands. jammed deep into his oversized black hoodie, followed by Kat, Buster, Sly, and Anvil.

“What the hell is this?” Dad growls, stepping out from behind the bar, his eyes flashing. “I told you kids to stay clear of the clubhouse. We’re under a microscope here. That fucker Miller

has six unmarked cars sitting all around us, watching our every move.”

“Relax, Cobra,” Flea says, pulling his beanie down over his ears. “Your front gate is practically a revolving door right now. You’ve got fifty cars coming and going for the wake. The cops are so focused on counting the cut–wearing guys coming through the front arch that they didn’t even glance at a tow truck and a van and a few civilians.”

“We know it’s a solemn day,” Roxy adds, stepping forward and pulling off her sparkly black scarf. “We wouldn’t disrespect Brick or Spoon by bringing street business here now, but we didn’t have a choice. This can’t wait, Cobra. Not with what you guys are planning for

tomorrow night.”

Mayhem frowns. “What do you mean, ‘what we’re planning‘?”

“We know you’re going after Locke tomorrow,” Kat says quietly. “Word on the street travels fast if you know which drainpipes to listen to. And if you guys move without knowing what’s going on out there, you’re walking straight into a damn meat grinder.”

Dad stores at them for a long, tense moment, the lines of his face shifting from anger to dark calculation He looks at Mayhem and Rook, then nods toward the door leading to his private

now.”

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