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“Is it coming from the garage?” I asked.
Yard threw his hands in the air and stood. He stepped toward the front door but was knocked on his ass when a car crashed through the front corner of the clubhouse.
The force of the crash knocked back the couch Cue Ball and Olive had been lying on and obliterated the TV.
The rest of us were far back enough from the front corner of the clubhouse that no one got hurt.
Cue and Olive scrambled off the couch and stumbled back from the car.
Yarder climbed off the floor and cautiously walked over to the crashed car. Compass and I moved toward the car, and Yarder opened the driver’s door.
No one was in the car, but there was a note on the driver’s seat.
Yarder read the note and then handed it to Compass.
“Next time, we won’t miss,” he read out loud.
“What the fuck?” I growled.
Everyone moved at once, demanding to know what the hell was going on and who had done this.
Once again, shit hit the fan, and we had no clue who was doing it.
I glanced at Yarder, who was staring at the car and shaking his head.
Whoever this was may have unknowingly hit us again, but it wasn’t going to happen again.
Trouble may have come barreling at us for the second time, but we were going to have the last laugh now.
We were being sent a message, and we got it loud and clear.
Now it was time for our response.
Chapter Eight
Dove
“You are not going home.”
Sloane propped her hands on her hips and glared at Aero. “I have a job and life I need to get back to, Aero. You can’t keep me here like some prisoner,” she argued.
“Did you not see the car that drove through the fucking clubhouse last night?” he yelled at Sloane.
I grabbed a handful of nuts and popped a few into my mouth. Popcorn would have been better, but I wasn’t about to break up my entertainment to ask if there was any microwave popcorn.
Sloane was putting on a protest, not wanting to move into the clubhouse, and Aero was going all macho on her that it was going to happen whether she liked it or not.
The thing was, Sloane and I already had this conversation while we brushed our teeth, and agreed that moving into the clubhouse was probably for the best for a little bit.
She hadn’t told Aero that because instead of talking to her calmly, Aero had flown off the handle.
Throttle slid onto the stool next to me with a cup of coffee in his hands and turned to watch the show. “What are they going on about?”
“Aero told Sloane she wasn’t allowed to go home because of the car and gym blowing up,” I explained.
“He’s right.”
I nodded and popped some more nuts into my mouth. “He is, but the way he went about telling her was way off.”
