“’Cause a woman had your name carved in her stomach,” Hop stated, and Joker looked back to him.

That was good enough reason.

Joker nodded.

“Let’s go, but Joke,” Tack started and Joker gave him his eyes. “Knight wouldn’t lead us into an ambush, either verbal or otherwise. There’s a reason we’re here. But Valenzuela is a wildcard. He wouldn’t blink at fuckin’ Knight’s good intentions to do something to bare the beast in any of us. So whatever that motherfucker has to say, do not give the beast to him. Keep your shit tight.”

Joker nodded again.

They moved the rest of the way across the space and into a hall to a door that had one of Sebring’s boys, a man called Live, standing outside it. They made nonverbal greetings as the guy opened the door, and they headed up a set of stairs that led to Sebring’s sound-proofed office.

Like Tack said, Knight was there, as were Mitch, Slim, and Hank, as well as Knight’s right-hand man, Rhashan Banks.

Greetings were extended, and they just got done with that when Rhash’s phone buzzed. He looked at it and then to Knight.

“Valenzuela’s here,” he announced.

The minute Valenzuela entered the room with his soldier, the air turned stagnant. Not a single man there wanted to be in the presence of the two who walked in, and as copasetic as this was supposed to be, that was communicated.

Men took seats at Sebring’s conference table by the window that overlooked the club and Joker watched how this happened so he could be where Tack needed him to be.

Knight sat, as did Tack, Mitch, Brock, Hank, and Valenzuela, at the table. Shy lounged on Sebring’s couch. Hop sat on the arm of the couch. Valenzuela’s soldier stood close to his back. Rhashan leaned against the door.

So Joker took his seat on the arm of one of the chairs in front of Sebring’s desk.

Valenzuela started it.

And he did it with a surprise opener.

“I come to barter.”

“Barter what?” Knight asked, looking displeased because whatever he thought this was, that was not it.

“I know who killed Heidi. I give that up, you…” Valenzuela’s eyes went to Tack, “retreat to Chaos.”

“And how would you know that?” Mitch asked.

Valenzuela looked to Joker. “I got birds who sing too.”

Joker’s back snapped straight, but he kept his seat when Hop’s eyes sliced to him.

“We’ll consider our territory eight miles around Chaos, you give us the name,” Tack said.

Tack was giving up two miles for Heidi.

Said a lot about him but it fucked their cause.

It would be worth it.

Valenzuela looked to him. “Retreat to Chaos,” he stated. “By that I mean Ride.”