She was standing outside Lawson Customs with grease on her hands and a smile on her face, while Jace stood beside her.
She looked happy and that bothered me more than it should have.
“She thinks she has won.” I said and Damien glanced at the photograph.
“She has survived everything we have thrown at her.” He said.
“She has survived because everyone around her keeps protecting her.
“That can change.” He said.
“It will.” I said as I pushed the photograph aside.
“We don’t attack the club directly.” I added and Damien frowned.
“Then how do we get inside?” He asked as I looked at him.
“We put someone where Paige will never expect to find an enemy.” I said and his expression changed.
“The garage.” He said.
“Yes.” I said.
“You want someone working there?” He asked.
“I want someone s
