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“Like I said, I don’t know all the details, but they’ve asked us to take in the mole that was planted in the Devil’s Riot MC.”
“Come again?” Lynch grinds out.
“The fuck they want us to take in a fuckin’ mole?” I don’t like this shit, not one bit.
“Because the bitch they’re sending is innocent in the whole thing. We all know my sister,” Chains growls, his jaw ticking. “She wouldn’t send someone here if she didn’t think that. She’d have already slit their throat. Vic didn’t do that this time. She said when Shadow, Whip, and Venom get here, they’ll explain. I don’t want her on club grounds until I know who the fuck she is. So, you two are babysitting.”
Well, fuck.
Looks like we’re about to go on one hell of a ride.
Though I don’t look forward to having to babysit some bitch who thinks they can pull a fast one on us all. The way I see it, until she’s proven innocent, she’s guilty. Whatever she was sent to do, she’s guilty even if my association.
CHAPTERTWO
LILY
“We’re almost there, Lily,” Shadow grunts, shaking my shoulder lightly and waking me up.
I blink and slowly sit up and look out the window. There’s nothing but trees around, which is about all I saw throughout the whole trip. Because of everything my body’s endured over the years, it hasn’t healed as fast as it should. So, for most of the ride, I’ve been lying down across the back seat of the SUV. In the front seats, Whip was driving with Shadow in the passenger seat. I knew Venom was on his bike behind us, along with two more guys. I think Cyrus and Kevlar.
More guys had come down, but I remember hearing them say something about them splitting off when the time came.
The whole thing freaked me out. I didn’t know what to expect when Victoria and the others said they’d help me. I expected to be treated horribly. Maybe even transported in the back of a cargo van with my limbs bound, but they didn’t do any of that. The guys treated me gently. A bit standoffish at first, but by the time we left the clubhouse, it felt like I was leaving family. Tracker even thanked me for protecting Jamie and told me everything would be okay. They’d make sure I was protected and safe.
I didn’t know if that was true or not. I have a hard time trusting the feeling of security.
“You hungry, Lils?” Whip asks, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“No, I’m okay,” I lie. I don’t want to be a bother to them. Plus, I’m used to not eating the way they do.
When it came to food, Perrin would force me to eat it at his feet. I was never allowed to eat at the table. I had to sit on the floor while he controlled me as I ate.
“Lily, you’ve barely eaten the whole trip,” Shadow grunts. “If you’re hungry, you need to speak up.”
“I’m okay,” I whisper once again, but my stomach takes the opportunity to make itself known, and I blush in embarrassment.
“Whip, stop at the next food place you see,” Shadow grumbles, glancing back at me. “We’re stopping. You use the bathroom, do whatever you gotta do. Getting food, then we’ll head for the house you’ll be staying at.”
Ignoring Shadow’s orders of what we’re going to do about stopping for food, I ask, “I’m not staying at the clubhouse?” I didn’t know this.
“No, they want you in a safe house until they know all the facts. We hadn’t told them much yet. Chains and Tyres are meeting us at the house with a few others,” he explains.
“Oh, okay.” I nod nervously. These guys might not be like those in the Devil’s Riot MC. I don’t know if I can trust them, but these guys do, and I trust them. Mostly.
Time passes a bit more before Whip pulls into a fast-food joint that looks newly remodeled.
“Let’s get you some food, Lils,” Whip grunts, using the name he for some reason dubbed me with. I’d never had a nickname before. Not in my entire life. I mean, unless you count being called slut, whore, cunt . . . I could go on and on.
“Okay,” I murmur and unbuckle my seat belt. Slowly, I ease toward the door as Shadow opens it for me. They all know I’m not healed yet. In the six weeks since that day, I’m still in pain.
Whip asks me for my order, and I tell him just a plain chicken sandwich and a milkshake. Once he has my order, I make my way to the restrooms with Kevlar right behind me. I’m thankful for this since I’m scared of my own shadow. I don’t want to be, but I know Perrin’s out there. He wouldn’t let me go that easily.
I quickly do my business, wash my hands, splash some water on my face, and avoid looking myself in the mirror. I hate what I see in my reflection and don’t bother with vanity. I barely get the door open when Kevlar’s there holding it the rest of the way for me. Again, he, like the others, knows I’m still hurting.
“Come on, darlin’, let’s get you to a table. Whip’s got the food ordered, and they’re waiting for it.”
I nod and let him guide me forward. Not long after we sit, the others join us with the food. Of course, Whip got me more than just a sandwich and a milkshake. He got me fries as well.
