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still have a rat, and it wasn't Kent. It wasn't Melissa. How the fuck else would anyone have been able
to find that house? It was the perfect hiding place.
 Broken Dallas is full of hot air. We stay away from them long enough and make sure not to cross
paths in the future, and they'll go away. They are a Goddamn symptom, not the fuckin' disease. Gaine
is right. We need to snuff out our rat before we plan this exchange. I punctuate my statement with a
swig of beer.
Austin twirls his cell around in his fingers and crinkles his brows together.
 How do we do that? he asks, more to himself than to the rest of us.  We don't have a massive
fucking group, but it's also not a walk in the park to investigate everybody. He leans back and sets
his phone down on the bar, tapping his fingers against the dark wooden countertop. I let my eyes trail
across the wall of mirrors in front of us, covered in glass shelves and filled to capacity with liquor.
It's hog heaven in here, that's for sure. I order another round. A moment later, Austin stops tapping his
fingers and I watch as his spine gets stiff.
 What? Kimmi asks, turning to face him with a raised brow.  You come up with something? We
all pause in our drinking to stare at Austin and wait.
 What if they're not just feedin' information? he asks, his brown eyes darkening.  Do y'all
remember who you actually saw at the shoot-out?
 I think we could all name names, Gaine says, running his hand through his dark hair.  But not
everybody was there anyway. What are you getting at? You think it really was one of us that shot
Melissa?
 Could be our rat, Austin says, spinning his phone around in a circle.  Think about it. Somebody's
mad about Kent, doesn't like where we're going as a group. They stay in and start feeding information
to Bested, to Broken Dallas. That confrontation with Seventy-seven Brothers was like icing on the
fucking cake. The more I think about it, the more sense it makes.
 Only problem is, we didn't know they were coming until they showed up. Somebody had to have
time to get up on the roof like that. Kimmi makes a good point, but Mireya makes an even better one.
 When Beck came back into the restaurant, we were the only people from the club still in there.
She pauses, dark eyes twinkling. I stand up from my seat because I can tell this shit is going to get ugly
tonight. Mireya has an idea brewing up top. She lifts her face and smiles wickedly.  Except for one
other person.
Beck
Chapter 19
Margot Tempe has a room on the third floor, almost directly across from mine. Just because I'm a
paranoid motherfucker, I have to open my door and check in on Tease before we get down to
business. When I look in on her, she's still fast asleep. I close my room door behind me and give
Austin a nod.
Kimmi refused to come upstairs with us, so we left her down in the bar, biting her nails and sucking
on a bright pink drink that probably tastes as nasty as it looks. Nobody wants to think their former
lover's a bad guy. I think that's why Melissa's still struggling with Kent's death. It's not hard to be
deceitful under someone's nose when they're in love. Love is blind, remember?
 This fucking sucks, Gaine says as he stands to the right of the door. Mireya takes up the left side,
and I step forward, taking the lead. I can tell Austin wants to do it, but he's President now. He has to
learn to start delegating. According to Kimmi, Margot should be alone in here, so I'm not too worried.
I doubt she'll even see this coming. If she's our rat. The more we worked through the evidence, the
more sense it makes. Kimmi does have a bad habit of pissing off the ladies.
I knock gently on the door, and wait patiently. A moment later, we hear the sound of the chain being
pulled back, and then there she is, Miss Margot Tempe, smiling sexily at me. She's a little beauty,
won't deny that, but I can't look at her without that cloud of suspicion hanging over her head.
 Hi Beck, she coos before noticing that I'm not alone. Her smile turns into a frown.  Is everything
okay?
 There isn't another crisis if that's what you're worried about, but we do need to have a little
chitchat. Mind if we come in? She shrugs nonchalantly and takes a step back, opening the door into
the dimly lit room. The only source of light comes from the TV, and let me tell you this, those
flickering shadows are a man's worst nightmare. I turn the light on right away, not that I really think
Margot's hiding anyone in her room, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious. Gaine, Mireya, and I all move
to the side and let Austin take over. He's getting better at it which is nice. I have no desire to be the
President myself.
 Margot, mind if we talk to you for a minute about something?
 Of course not, she says, sitting down in a pink chair with tan polka dots all over it.  Go ahead.
The girl's hair is short and dark, and she's dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tank. I can see the
nipples on her itty-bitty titties through the fabric, but I'm not interested. Still caught up in Tease,
wouldn't you know. Margot is so slight, I can hardly imagine her capable of riding a bike, let alone
climbing a roof to shoot somebody. Then again, pretty sure she's been piggybacking around on other
folks' bikes. I don't recall that she even has one of her own. And she's still wearing a prospect's
jacket. I almost feel sorry for her, like the girl's been forgotten in all of the crap we been wadin'
through. No excuses though. If she started this shit, she's going to have to pay.
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