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it seems to me,” said Emily, “that Luke’s immigration status here will cause the same problems to get a Mexican passport as it is for him to get a resident visa here in the United States.”
    “Can’t pull anything over on you, Emily. But it doesn’t hurt to try.”
    “Matt, take a look at that for me legally. I agree that getting the passport is a good idea. The last thing I want is being stuck in Mexico close to my uncle. It’s just not healthy.” Or safe. Not for him, or Emily and the baby.
    “Okay, Luke,” agreed Matt. “I can see I’m going to earn that bike.”
    “Bike?” said Emily with suspicion in her voice. “What bike?”
    Luke grimaced. “I thought you didn’t tell your client’s secrets,” accused Luke.
    “She’s your wife. I thought she knew.”
    “What’s going on?”
    “Nothing, Emily. We’re just doing a bit of horse trading. I promised the 883 to him when the work was finished.”
    “But you love that bike!” she protested.
    “I love all my bikes, sweetheart, but I love you more. I’ll do anything to stay with you. And I don’t need three bikes anyway. With you in my life, I’m less likely to ride it.”
    Emily bit her lip, her face drawn up in consternation.
    “Really, babe,” said Luke. “Don’t think another thing about it. It’s all good.” It wasn’t like his bike was going to have a bucket seat attached with Emily riding along beside him. It was time to man up.
    Emily blew out a breath. “Okay. We’ll talk about it later. Boys, if you don’t mind, I’m feeling a bit tired. I’m going to lie down a bit.”
    “Sure, Emily. Good to see you.” Matt stood and shook her hand.
    “You okay?” asked Luke, his concern spiking for his wife.
    “Yeah. Like you said, it was a day.” She gave him a little smile. “For some reason I’m all worn out.” She touched his shoulder as she walked around the end of the sofa, and he raised his hand to hers and touched it briefly before she walked away. Emily left the room and clicked the bedroom door shut.
    “You want another beer, Matt?”
    “No, I’m good. Driving, you know? The last thing a judge wants to see is a lawyer in his courtroom with a DUI.”
    Luke got himself another beer, and returned to see Matt staring at his beer bottle with a very serious expression.
    “Something up?” said Luke.
    “Yeah. I got Okie his new trial.”
    “Really? That’s great.” Okie was Doug Black’s club handle and president-in-absentia of the Hades’ Spawn MC club. Luke was supposedly running things until Okie was released.
    “Is it, Luke? Isn’t the last thing you need a known associate who was put in jail for dealing drugs? It’s bad enough that Gibs was arrested for drug possession, and he was your employee.”
    “All that was engineered by Jack Kinney,” spit Luke.
    “Yeah, but there was truth in some of it, wasn’t there? At least with Gibs.”
    Luke looked away, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t like to talk ill of the dead. “He was carrying the heroin,” said Luke quietly. “Gibs should’ve known better.”
    “Whatever the circumstance, that club is poison to you, Luke. I think you have to think over everything and make some decisions here. As your lawyer, I’m advising you to disavow Hades’ Spawn and resign the vice-presidency. Distance yourself before more bullshit goes down with them and spoils your chance for citizenship irreparably.”
    Luke closed his eyes, trying to contain his anger. True, Jack Kinney fucked things up by bringing in the Tucson crew and trying to muscle into the drug trade of the Hombres, one of the largest street gangs in Connecticut. But things were straightened out now. Kinney and his crew were in jail awaiting trial, the old members Kinney scared off came back, and their president was about to return. Now Stone wanted him to give them up after everything he did to get things straight!
    Gibs died. He couldn’t dishonor that or the man by turning his back on his club. “No,”