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He grabs her hand before she can whack him again and shakes it. “Yeah, I miss you. Lilly keeps begging me to entice you into moving downstate.”
“Don’t you dare,” I warn. One of the only constants at Crystal Ball over the years has been Willow’s presence.
“Nah, bro.” Z flashes another devilish grin. “I think the stoner brothers would slit my throat if I tried.”
Willow’s cheeks turn pink, and she snatches her hand away. “Don’t call them that.”
“Ooo!” Z’s eyes widen like a shark who scents blood in the water. “What’s going on, Willow?”
She throws me a pleading look. “Dex, really?”
“Knock it off, Z.” I nod at Willow. “Keep an eye on Kyla. See if you can find out who she lives with.”
The playfulness slides off her face and her mouth settles into a grim line. “Is it MC business or personal?”
“Both,” Z answers. “Their personal shitisthe MC’s business.”
Willow ignores him and focuses on me, as if I’ll be the reasonable one on this subject. “You can’t help someone until they’re ready,” Willow says.
“The fuck I can’t,” I mutter.
A faint smile ghosts her lips. “I wasn’t trying to challenge you.”
“Yeah, I know.” I run my palm over the back of my head, frustrated. “The girls work so hard. Put up with all those gross, sweaty fucks.” I wave my hand toward the door. “I hate the thought of any of them leaving here and going home tothat.”
“Dex,” she sighs, dropping into the chair next to Z. “You’re such a gem. The girls don’t know how lucky they are to work for you.”
“Rock and Z handled things the same way.” I wave my hand at Z, who nods like a first-time rider who’s managed to keep both wheels on the pavement. “Where do you think I got it from?”
“Oh, I know.” She holds her hands in the air. “You’re all so cut from the same cloth, you might as well all be blood brothers.”
“People put too much importance on blood relationships,” Z grumbles.
Exasperation purses her lips. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”
“What you’re good at. Listen. Find out if she lives with a boyfriend, parents, I don’t know. Someone roughed her up. I can’t have her working the pole with her arm fucked to hell.” Normally, I wouldn’t spread someone’s business around. Willow gossips more than she should sometimes, but deep down under her tough exterior, she’s got a kind heart, and I don’t think she would sharethiswith anyone.
“Shit.” Willow chews on a thumbnail. “Fine. But if she gets in my way…” She doesn’t finish the threat.
“Come talk to me. I’ll handle it,” I promise.
“Okay.” She stands and runs her hands over her legs. “What are you going to do when I find out who banged her up?”
Z and I share similar bloodthirsty smiles. But I’m the one who answers.
“What we do best, sweetheart.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
Dex
Friday night’s finally here.
I’m thirty-fucking-four years old. Why the fuck am I…nervous? It’s been so long since I experienced the feeling, it takes a second to identify it.
I step onto Emily’s small, concrete front porch. Bright yellow lights illuminate every inch. No place for anyone to hide. I jab the doorbell, hear the chimes inside, and wait.
A few seconds later, a shadow bobs behind the curtain covering the small glass window in the front door. The hinges creak as Emily pulls the door wide.
