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“Um, I…” How do I answer that?
“Dumb question. Someone running through a cemetery with a gash on their forehead and handcuffs isn’t having a good day.”
I huff out a laugh, then suck in a breath at the sharp pain ricocheting around my skull.
“Here. I think I have some Aspirin or something,” she says, digging through her bag. “I’m Gemma, by the way.”
“Aren’t you concerned that I had handcuffs on?” I blurt. Not sure why I thought that would help my situation, but here we are.
Gemma smiles at me. “Aren’t you concerned I knew how to pick a lock?”
I grin, knowing we’re going to be good friends. “Not even a little bit. I’m Sonya.”
I hold out my hand for her to shake, but Gemma throws her arms around me instead. We’re still crouching on the ground, so it’s a little awkward, but the warmth and genuineness radiating from Gemma makes up for it.
“Do you have time to talk about your day, or do we need to get moving?”
“We?”
“Hell, yeah! This is the most exciting thing to happen to me since my true crime podcast hit number one-hundred-fifty-thousand in the Spotify store!”
I’m unsure if being number one-hundred-fifty-thousand is noteworthy or not, but Gemma is certainly pumped about it.
“I need to get back to Blade,” I say as a shiver runs down my spine. I can feel myself crashing, and I know I’m not back to safety quite yet. I hope I haven’t dragged Gemma into my mess.
“Blade. Got it,” Gemma says with a nod as she stands. She holds out her hand, helping me to my feet. “Where do we find Blade?”
“Savage Saints clubhouse.”
“No, shit?” Gemma’s eyes are wide with fascination.
I chuckle at her response. “Yeah, he’s the President.”
“No fucking way,” she whispers. “That… is… AWESOME! Yes, let’s go to the clubhouse. That’s so freaking cool. I mean, not that I’m happy you had to be in whatever position you were in to end up here or anything–”
“I get it,” I tell her, hoping to ease her worry. “Can you point me in the right direction? The clubhouse is out on old highway–”
“Sixteen,” Gemma finishes for me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off. I’m kind of weird about maps and geography.” Her cheeks flush red.
I smile at her.“That’s cool. I’m glad you know. I’m a little lost.”
“Let’s go. It’s not too far. We can stick to the forest line along the road in case whoever is looking for you comes back.”
I nod, and Gemma loops her arm in mine, helping to support my weight as I limp along beside her.
“Thank you,” I murmur after a few moments of silence. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t run into you.”
“Good thing we don’t have to find out, huh?” Gemma squeezes my arm.
I swallow past the lump in my throat at her kindness. If I start now, I may never stop. I need to get to Blade first. He’ll make everything better.
CHAPTERTWELVE
BLADE
“What the fuck happened here? Where was everyone? Who the hell let the fucking cops into our shop?” I yell at Hawk, though I know it’s not his fault.
I swung by the shop to take Sonya to lunch a few minutes ago, but instead of finding my woman behind her desk, I discovered a note scrawled on an old carbon copy receipt.
