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“Not yet.”
“No, we haven’t, and you got my word, we won’t.”
“Your word? That supposed to mean something to me?”
One of the Death Heads shouted, “We’ll be back tomorrow with the entire chapter at our back!”
“We’ll be waiting for you, motherfuckers!” Blood shouted back.
Shades brows rose, giving the cop an ‘I told you so’ look. “You hear that? They’re gonna be coming enforce tomorrow. Right across that state line, and then right across the inter-coastal bridge. And then they’re gonna roll right through your pretty town. Makin’ a statement.”
The sheriff smiled back at Shades. “Maybe we’ll be makin’ a statement of our own tomorrow.”
Shades grinned back. “I’m all for that.”
Twenty minutes later, the Evil Dead members were all being released.
As Blood threw his leg over his bike and lifted it off its kickstand, he looked over at Shades.
“How the hell did we get released, free to go, and the Death Heads are all still face down in the gravel?”
Shades grinned back at him. “It’s good to have the local boys in your pocket.”
Blood grinned back and shook his head. “That and the owner who’s pressing the charges.”
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Skylar awoke to the sound of four motorcycles approaching. She could hear their engines rumbling as the men rolled up under the stilts of the house to park their bikes under the house.
An impish smile pulled at her mouth. She’d crawled into bed naked, remembering what Shades had told her about his wish to someday come home and find her waiting for him naked in bed. This was going to be his lucky night.
As she lie in bed waiting, she heard the sounds of the men as they trooped in the door.
“Fuck, where’s the ice? My eye is swelling up like a motherfucker,” one of them grumbled, his voice carrying to her in the bedroom.
“Freezer, dumbass. Where else would the ice be?” she heard Ghost reply.
“Fuck, my knuckles are so fucked up I can’t straighten my fingers. I could barely hold the throttle on the way back,” she heard Blood mutter.
“You beat the crap out of that big guy though,” Shades laughed.
“You weren’t so bad yourself.”
Skylar frowned. They’d been in a fight? She threw the covers back and quickly threw on her jeans and a tank top. Then she walked out of the bedroom and into the common room. Blood and Sandman were sitting at the table. Ghost was standing in the kitchen area, dumping ice into a bowl, and Shades was sitting at the bar.
Ghost was the first to notice her standing in the entrance to the hallway. His head came up, and his eyes connected with hers. Oh my God. The side of his face was bruised, and his lip was split.
“Hey, Hotrod,” he said quietly.
At his words, Shades’ head came around, and Blood twisted in his chair to look at her.
Holy crap. They were all battered. Her fingers came to her lips as she gasped in a soft breath.
Shades arm lifted toward her. “Come here, babe.”
She went to him. When she reached him, her hand went to his face, her fingers gently brushing his hair back. The side of his
jaw and cheekbone were bruised, one eye starting to swell.
