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“Hiding.”
“From who?”
“From the Death Heads.”
“Why were you hiding if you were with Florida?”
“I wasn’t with Florida.”
“Bullshit,” Reno snapped. “From what I saw, you were definitely with him.”
Shades shoved her behind him. “Don’t matter what she was doing there. Bottom line, you’ve got a rat. We’ve got no reason to come here and tell you this shit if it weren’t true. We’re up next on their list. We band together now, we save both our states. We don’t, you know it’s gonna be a fight to the death. And we both know the Death Heads can take us down separately. We team up, we got a shot at holding ‘em off.”
Growler studied Shades, obviously considering his words, and finally he nodded once.
Shades extended his hand.
Growler looked at it a moment, and then took it, shaking.
Shades nodded back as they released hands. “We need to make a coordinated plan.”
“First we need to find this rat,” Growler countered.
Shades nodded. “Yeah, you do. Give us a call when you find him.”
“We done here?” Growler asked.
“Yeah,” Shades replied.
Growler lifted his chin. “Then get the fuck out.”
Shades grinned, and they all headed to their bikes.
Jessie noticed that Ghost was a little rough as he took not her hand, but her wrist and pulled her behind him. When they reached his bike, she tried to explain.
“Ghost, it wasn’t—”
But he cut her off, shoving her helmet at her and snapping, “Not now.”
She looked up at him as she took the helmet from him. His eyes were cold; his whole demeanor had shifted, like she was a stranger to him. She quietly put the helmet on as he threw his leg over and fired his bike up.
“Get on,” he snapped, his eyes full of anger when they met hers.
She did as she was told, and it was a long ride back.
When they finally rolled through the gates of the Birmingham clubhouse, Jessie was exhausted, her nerves frayed and shot. And she knew she still had a confrontation coming with Ghost. He was pissed, but somehow she was going to have to make him understand. It wasn’t what he thought. It wasn’t what that man, Reno, made it sound like.
She followed him into the clubhouse, along with the rest of the men.
Boo was behind the bar, and several women were there cleaning up. Skylar was one of them; Ashley was another, as well as Tink and another girl named Sherry. They all looked up when the men trouped in, their smiles of welcome fading as they took in their expressions.
Shades looked at Ghost, lifting his chin toward the hall. “Go, I’ll talk to Butcher.”
Ghost obviously knew exactly what ‘go’ meant for a moment later he was pulling her down the hall. He flung open the door to his room and lifted his chin at her.
“Move.”
She stepped past him into the room. Before she had a chance to turn around, she heard the door slam behind her, and then he was grabbing her by the upper arm to pull her around roughly.
