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I know Decker is going to hate me, but it’s a quick way to get Marko to play this game on our terms, and if we have a good plan and are one step ahead of him, there’s no way he can win this time. I want Atlas to come back and not have to worry about Marko. He deserves that.
“What if we wore a chain or something that has a tracking device in it?” I suggest to her. “I mean, they could track our phones, but he would just throw those away. A simple chain or bracelet wouldn’t be obvious, and no one would think that there’s a tracking device in that.”
“You know they aren’t going to go for this,” she points out.
“Decker won’t, but I think we could convince Temper and Rhett,” I whisper.
“I bet we can get Con on our side, too. She’ll really lay it on thick with Rhett.” Cara wiggles her eyebrows. We sit there for the next forty minutes, mastering our plan.
I glance at my watch. “Don’t you have to get back to work?”
“I have a free class,” she says, shrugging. “I don’t have to rush back. What about you?”
With everything that has happened, Jaxon has given me a flexible schedule and allowed me to work from home when needed, but I find myself wanting to be back there. “I was planning on heading back to the office.”
“Because you’re a workaholic,” she says, opening her purse and placing some money on the table. “You’d be lost without something productive to do.”
“I know,” I admit. “But I need to keep busy, so I don’t think about Atlas.”
Cara nods. “I know. It’s awful. You’re a really great girlfriend. I hope Atlas knows how lucky he is.”
I sigh. “I’m sure he does. I hope he comes home soon.”
“And if you need something to do, my house could use a cleaning fairy. All right, I’m leaving. You know, I keep looking around and checking every car that passes me, looking for Marko, but really it could be anyone because we don’t know what the FC looks like. It’s scary. Atlas gave me a Taser before he left. He got stocks in those or what?”
I laugh. “I don’t know, but I’m glad to have one. It saved mine and Jaxon’s lives.”
I drop off Cara at her school, but before I return to the office, I go to the Knights clubhouse, hoping someone heard from Atlas. I find Temper sitting at their bar and having a scotch.
“Hello,” I say to him. “How are you?”
Brown eyes narrow on me for a second before relaxing. “I’m okay, Natalie. Would you like a drink?”
“I’d love one.” He pours me a scotch on the rocks, and I sit at the bar with him. “Any recent developments?”
“Rhett checked all the locations that Cole gave up, and Marko has definitely been to each one. But he’s long gone now,” he says in that deep voice of his. I nod, hoping he’ll have more updates. Specifically about a certain MIA biker.
Fortunately, Temper is feeling generous and puts me out of my misery. “He texted last night. I think he’s on his way back.”
The thought puts a smile on my face. But what version of him will I be getting?
“I have a question for you, just between me and you,” Temper asks, breaking up my thoughts.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Hypothetical, of course, but what would you do if Atlas was to become president one day?”
My eyes widen as his question catches me off guard. “What about Crow? Or Saint? Or Renegade?”
Temper shrugs. “Keeping my options open.”
I know why he would be asking this, though. Cara and Rhett broke up because she didn’t want that life, and then there’s me, who has always openly said the same thing. He wants to know what I can and can’t handle, and if I would leave Atlas if he did decide to step up. The fact that he’s asking this question also makes me think that this could be something that could happen one day.
“I honestly never thought I would end up with a biker, especially one who wasn’t a Wind Dragon, but I love Atlas, and I don’t take that lightly. It means that I’m all in for him, no matter where that leads us,” I assure Temper. “That is not a deal breaker for me, no. I’ll follow his ambitions in life like I expect him to follow mine.”
He nods slowly, taking a drink and then putting his glass down. “You’ve been loyal. This past month, with him gone, you haven’t been mad. You held it together. He’s a good man. A lucky man.”
We are three drinks in when heavy footfalls sound in the hallway of the clubhouse. I turn and I see him.
