Page 79 of The Devil's Curve


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“Hey,” Reese said, kicking the prospect.

The prospect jumped and woke up, gasping for air. “What? What is it?”

“Coffee. Get three. Now.”

“Yes, sir. Good morning, sir.”

Reese shut the door and walked to the bed as Steph sat up.

“Morning, Reese,” she whispered.

“Hey. How’d you sleep?”

“Good.”

“How’s the baby?”

“Active.”

“Good,” Reese said. He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. “I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah,” Steph said.

“Look. Josie told me a little of it.”

“Shit.” Steph pulled back.

Reese put his hand across the bed. “Don’t be like that.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know you are. Do you know who it is?”

“I think I know,” Steph said. “I mean, I know him. If I saw his picture.”

“You don’t know the MC?”

“He wasn’t wearing anything like that. The leather and all that stuff.”

Reese nodded. “Okay. What was his name?”

“Aaron,” Steph said.

“Aaron,” Reese said.

He thought. He didn’t know any Aaron in a rival crew. So that could be a good thing. Maybe it was some wannabe biker punk. Not someone that was against Back Down Devil MC.

“I don’t know that name,” Reese said. “Which is good. But we still need to take this to the table. With the guys. Give everyone what we’ve got and go from there. Just in case.”

“Just in case,” Steph said. “What if they want to hurt me?”

“They’re not going to want that. You’re here, Steph. You’re family. We’re up against a lot right now.”

“I’m scared.”

“You said that already.”

“I am, Reese.”

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