The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 538

Chapter 265-1

The air inside the office remains frozen around Sly’s terrifying question. Nobody moves. Nobody dares to even breathe too loud, as if speaking the thought aloud will make it real.

Well. Really real.

I force myself to speak, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. I look at the three of them – Roxy, Flea, and Sly – their tired, pale faces showing the immense risk

they took coming here to tell me this.

“I hear you, Sly,” I say. ” But right now, we can’t let paranoia tear us apart from the inside. That’s probably exactly what this shadow crew of rabid losers wants.”

“We need to get moving anyway, Miss Zara,” Roxy says, her voice low as she pulls her fake–fur coat tighter around her collar. “I don’t like being away from my girls for long. Not with the way

things are now.”

“I’ll walk you out,” I say, pushing myself up from behind the heavy desk. My lower back protests with a sharp spike of pain, but I ignore it, smoothing down the front of my shirt over my bump. “Thank you so much for coming, guys.”

We slip out of the office in a silent, tight line. We bypass the main bar, where the low murmur of the brothers‘ voices hums like distant thunder, and head straight down the back service hallway toward the loading bay doors.

Roxy pushes the heavy service door open, letting the crisp, cool air rush into the warm

corridor.

Parked right there in the yard is their beat–up delivery van, its fake wholesale alcohol distributor logo looking entirely innocent against the metal side.

“It really is the perfect cover,” I mutter, looking out across the quiet yard. “Cops out front d even twitch when a van carting booze rolls in.”

“That’s why we’re using it,” Flea says, hopping up into the side door. “For now, we’re the only ones who can move in and out of your clubhouse lot without an entire fleet of squad cars tailing us.”

“You guys be careful out there,” I warn them. “If this new crew is taking over whole blocks,

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you’re in just as much danger as anyone else. Don’t take any stupid risks.”

“We’re street rats, Miss Zara,” Flea says. “We know how to hide in the cracks. You just take

care of yourself, and that baby.”

He’s sitting there like a vulture on a fence post. Writing down license plates, taking notes on every person who walks past the windows, choking my family out, treating us like animals in a cage while the real nightmare brews and builds across the city.

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