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“What the fuck were you really doing in Sturgis?”
“I told you, Ghost. I was there to find you.”
“Bullshit. Tell me about Florida.” His eyes searched hers. “What Reno said, is it true?”
She shook her head, “No, Ghost, I swear. Not like he made it sound—”
“Has everything you’ve told me been a pack of lies? Was any of it fucking true? Can I even trust anything you say?” he snapped, stepping toward her, forcing her to step back.
“Ghost, please, you have to believe me.”
“I don’t have to do shit.”
“Please, Ghost, just listen to me.”
“To what? Another pack of lies?” He shook his head. “Don’t think you can fuckin’ play me, Jess.”
“I don’t. I’m not.”
“You just hung me out to dry in that meeting! I went to bat for you, stuck my neck out for you, and this is how you repay me? You tryin’ to make a fool of me in front of my whole fucking club?”
She shook her head. “No, Ghost, of course not. I wanted to tell you. I tried to tell you this morning, but you said there wasn’t time, that it’d have to wait.”
“Oh, so now you’re lying is my fault?”
“I’m not lying. I didn’t lie to you.”
His brow shot up. “No? What would you call it then? Seems you neglected to tell me a few key facts.” He stalked toward her. “You his ol’ lady?”
Jessie frowned, thrown by his question. “Florida’s? No, of course not. How could you even think that?”
“How could I fuckin’ think that? ‘Cause I just heard you had the man’s hands all over your ass. An ass I hear was cuddled up on his fucking lap! Was that a lie?”
“No, Ghost. It wasn’t.”
“Jesus Christ. Tell me the truth, Jess. All of it!”
“Okay. I’m trying if you’d shut up a minute and let me tell you!”
He took a step toward her. “Don’t push me, brat. I’m not in the mood.”
That was the truth. She blew out a soft breath. “I know, Ghost. Okay? It’s just, you’re not going to like it.”
“Tell me anyway.” He gave her one of those looks she was learning he was so good at, with his head dipped down, looking at her from under his brow. It was intimidating and badass as hell. He wanted the truth, and she’d better not water it down. Okay, then, she’d give it to him.
“When I hid in that closet, I wasn’t hiding from some random guy, I was hiding from the Death Heads.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“I told you I got a ride with a trucker, right?”
“Yeah, so?”
She moved toward the window, fiddling with the curtain. “Well, he didn’t take me the whole way to Sturgis.”
“So who did?”
She looked back at him. “The Death Heads.”
