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Twitchy snickered.
“What’s going on?”
“Georgia said you’d lose your shit, but I’m worried about her. She isn’t checking in.”
“I haven’t been able to get ahold of her today either,” I admitted. We texted often. It wasn’t sexual. She had become a close friend.
“She rode back to her home state.”
“Where in Georgia?” I asked, instantly pissed.
Georgia’s Royal Harlot road name came from her home state, but it had more to do with her southern charm and accent. Not to mention the sass.
“She wanted to see her daughter.”
“Oh, fuck. And Cliff?” Her goddamn ex was an asshole. She hated him, and he shared custody, making it hard for her to go far for long. I understood, but the constant separation sucked.
“I think he just returned from a business trip.”
“You think? Or you know?”
“He’s there.” She sighed. “Ride with me. Inferno is coming too, but we could use one of the Royal Bastards with us in case shit goes down. No one here is in any shape to ride.”
Her phone pinged with an incoming text. Twitchy looked at the screen and cursed.
“Fuck. We need to leave now, Spook. Georgia just sent an SOS.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Let’s ride.”
Grim might be pissed, but I didn’t have time to delay. If Georgia asked for help, I was coming. End of story. He wanted me to stay put and not leave Tonopah until we figured out what the cult was planning, but I couldn’t abandon a friend.
Heather walked into the common room, and I held out my hand, loving when her fingers intertwined with mine.
“It’s storming outside.”
Shit. It was.
“We won’t get far on our bikes.”
Twitchy threw up her hands, full of drama.
“What’s going on?” Heather asked, looking between us.
“Georgia is in trouble.”
I had to hand it to my girl. She kept her cool. More than that, she didn’t hesitate to offer help.
“I can drive. I’ve got my Jeep in the lot.”
Twitchy quickly agreed. “Let’s go!”
Heather winked as she pulled me to the door. Her sense of adventure did wicked things to my body.
I knew leaving while the club was vulnerable was a terrible idea. Not every brother had overindulged, though—only some. There were enough Bastards to handle any crisis alert and ready if shit went down.
I had to go with Twitchy and Heather. No way would I leave them without protection.
Both women I cared about were in danger, and I needed to tap into the Reaper inside me. I planned on using the gift Lucifer gave me and reaping a few souls.
