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“We can’t let him live,” I finally replied. “He’ll come after the club and hunt us all down one by one if he needs to. Wolves are relentless predators. If this is true, we need to form a plan.”
“I know. We bring this to church. Undertaker wanted a war with us; he’s got one. No fucking mercy.”
“You tell this shit to Raven yet?”
Crow shook his head. “No. Gonna head in and talk to him now.”
“Text me the address of the gym. I’ll check it out as soon as I leave here.”
“Who’s stayin’ for security?”
“With Talon gone, I’ve got Jay and Claw sticking around tonight.”
“Good. Follow up when you have the package. Here’s the key.”
I took it from him, shoving it into the deepest pocket of my cut where I couldn’t lose it. “Tell Raven I’ve got this. We won’t let this disrespect and bullshit slide.”
“I know, Hawk. Contact me as soon as you pick up the package.”
With a sigh, I leaned against the wall, peering through the window as Crow entered, filling in Raven on our conversation. The blinds were open, allowing anyone who walked by to see the identity of whoever was in the room. Not good.
I pulled out my phone and shot him a quick text. He’d close the blinds once he read my message.
“Is he going to make it?”
I turned, so distracted I never noticed anyone else walking in this direction and stared at the pretty blonde at my side, mesmerized by her sweet smile and the dark lashes framing her gray eyes. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
Swallowing hard, I hoped I didn’t sound like an idiot as I repeated myself. “Who-who?”
Nope. Not a fucking idiot, just a goddamn owl.
I felt the crow’s presence and his amusement. Cracking my neck, I tried not to let my annoyance show. An SAA should never be that distracted.
“Bree’s new man, Raven.”
My gaze slid over this girl’s ample curves and pear-shaped figure, noting her thick thighs and generous ass. Fuck. I loved a woman with a little extra weight on her frame. She could take a pounding, and I didn’t have to worry about slamming into her hip bones. Driving into her soft, warm body would be fucking heaven.
The blonde bombshell pointed to my cut. “You wear the same brand. Devil’s Murder MC. You’re his biker buddy, right?”
What the fuck? “We aren’t buddies,” I growled.
She giggled. “Oh, right. Biker brothers.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, is Raven going to be okay?”
We stood outside the patient room where Raven had been moved once the doctors stabilized him and his injuries weren’t life-threatening. There was only so much Falcon, our healer, could do with that much blood loss. Raven’s gunshot wound to the stomach almost killed him.
That was how we ended up at the hospital, most of the club taking shifts to watch out for our enemies.
“You a friend of Bree’s?”
She flipped her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder. “Her bestie. I’m Callie.”
Never heard of her. Oh, wait. Yeah, the chick Bree worked with at the mayor’s office—the one with the missing sister.
“Raven needed a blood transfusion, but he’s fine. Too fucking stubborn to die.”
