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“Karma has her. Bring her to me, please.” I nod while I wrap my hair up into a bun.
“On our way.” I hang up and look around the shop for a pencil or pen.
I found one on a workbench the crew is using and pierce my bun to keep it up. I make a quick round the guys working and tell them it looks great, and then I return to Doc. He’s got Aurora up and talking softly.
“He’s not going to stop until he finds me.” She’s shaking so badly I”m not sure how the words came out so firm.
“Abe is waiting for us. Are you armed?” Doc shakes his head, and I curse for leaving the clubhouse without my weapons.
“I have a shotgun in the truck.” He throws me the keys.
“Two minutes, and then follow me out unless you hear shots.” He nods, and I unlock the front door.
I beep open his truck and take the shotgun out. I glance around the neighborhood and can’t see anything suspicious, so when the front door to my shop opens and Doc peeks out, I nod. He hustles Aurora out and into the truck’s back seat.
“Head down until we get there,” I order, and she lays down across the bench seat.
“What the fuck is going on?” I hiss at Doc, and he shakes his head.
“Anton called her, and she told him to take a hike.” OH.
I knew they had been having an on-again off, again fling for years but had no clue it was current. She hasn’t divulged everything to the club then. If she told that asshole no after all these years now, we may have more trouble coming our way sooner rather than later.
I glance over my shoulder and see her phone light up. She drops it as if it burned her and starts crying again. I reach over and grab it, pulling my fucking stitches and hissing at the pain.
“Fuck.” I exclaim when I see the text.
“What? Did you rip your sutures?” Doc asks me angrily, and I wish that’s all that was wrong at the moment.
“No.” I turn the phone, so Doc can see when he stops at a red light.
I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING, RORA. THEY CAN’T KEEP YOU FROM ME. I’LL SEE YOU SOON.
Doc curses and runs the red light.
We need to get her underground now and prepare for the war we all wished wouldn’t end up at our front door. Seems our time is out, and we need to go on the offense. Because if it’s one thing you don’t mess with in an MC, it’s family.
Anton better make his peace with his maker because he’s going to be meeting him soon.
6
GENEVIEVE
“Time to be processed.” My guard comes over to my cell and barks at me while she unlocks the cell.
“Processed? I haven’t seen my attorney yet.” I frown and realize I have no idea how long I’ve been here.
“Not my problem, lady. Let’s move.” I walk out of the cage I’ve been kept in and follow the corridor to a single door.
The guard scans her badge, and the door opens in front of me. I feel her grab my shoulder to lead me where I need to go. She’s holding onto to me somewhat hard, but I keep my mouth shut.
I’m led into a set of offices and sat at a desk where an older man is eating tacos. My stomach growls and reminds me that I have no clue what day it is or when my last meal was.
“How long have I been here without seeing my consul?” I ask the slob dripping taco sauce on his white dress shirt.
“Shit! I have no clue. I just got here.” He dabs at the stain with his napkins, completely ignoring me.
“Look, lady, I’m just the input clerk. I put your info in the computer system and your fingerprints. Anything, you’ll have to talk to one of the actual cops.” He throws the napkin on his dirty desk in disgust when all he does is spread the sauce around his shirt.
