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I frown. “Why the hell not? Right now, the BTD is our mutual enemy. She knows all about them, which can not only help us find and rescue Willow but to fuck them over big time. What’s the downside?”
Ace falls silent for a long time, and I assume he’ll tell me to go fuck myself. He lets out a rushed sigh, and I can almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose. Finally, he comes back and says, “You’re on speaker. Dix is here with me.”
“What the fuck are you thinking, Nova? This chick is one of them. She’s responsible for putting Banger in that coma.”
“Maybe she is,” I say. “But she says she tried to talk Demon out of fixating on Viper, and I believe her. Anyway, does it matter when they want her dead too?”
I can tell from their voices that I’m losing them. “Look, the only way she survives is with some help, and maybe if we give her that help—”
“—She’ll give us the help we need,” Ace interrupts.
“Exactly. We can waste time tracking down every place in L.A. searching for Willow, or Maggie can help us narrow down where she might be.”
“What if the Devils guess that we have her?” Dix asks. “Or what if they go searching for her and attack the clubhouse or one of our businesses in the process?”
“You think they’re watching the clinic?” I mull that over. “Because they fucked her up pretty bad. I bet they think she’s dead.”
“Yeah, well, if or when they learn the truth, the MC and our families will have a target on their backs until we turn her over.”
“Well, then we need to get her healed up so she can help us find Willow. Once we have her, we can end this shit. Are you guys gonna help me with her or not?”
Dix laughs. “Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with Nova?”
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up all you want. Just tell me we’re going to help this chick.” I don’t want to go behind my MC’s back, but I can’t let another person die on my watch.
“Fine,” Ace answers with a sigh. “We’ll help her.”
“But,” Dix begins. “We have to keep her totally fucking hidden from BTD. I don’t want anyone who’s not patched to even know she’s on MC property. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“And as soon as she’s feeling better, we get to talk to her,” Ace adds.
“Yes. Jesus Christ, you act like I haven’t been in the club for years. I know the rules.”
“Damn, Nova. You’re awfully protective of this Maggie. Can’t wait to see her,” Dix jokes before he ends the call.
“Asshole,” I grumble. “She’s pretty fucked up. They chopped her hair off and stabbed her a few times. Carved the fuck out of her face.”
“Damn. Well, you know we need intel, Nova, and we’ll get it how we can. Just encourage her to cooperate.”
“I will,” I assure him and end the call, knowing I have one more obstacle.
Getting Maggie to agree to snitch on the BTD.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Maggie
“Doc, please tell me this is some kind of a joke. I’m not staying in this fucking dungeon.” I gaze around the barren, stone-cold room, taking in the eerie silence. This is like stepping onto a set of a horror movie. “You hosting parties for the Addams Family down here?”
Nova chuckles. “It’s not a dungeon.”
I point to a dark stain on the concrete floor. “You missed a spot with the mop there, Hannibal.”
I’m trying to be funny, but only because I’m scared shitless. And, yeah, it pisses me off that he’s seeing me scared.
The doc runs a hand over his scruffy face, looking at me like I’m a kid throwing a tantrum. “I know it’s not pretty, but it’s for your protection,” he says, the tension between us building. “And it’s not a dungeon.”
