I knocked up the kick stand. “She got a name?” I had no idea who the hell Six-Gun was talking about, but I was fucking intrigued.
“Won’t tell me. I asked her twice, but all she did was shake her head.”
“She’s still there?”
“That’s why I fucking called you, brother. She’s here, and she wants to talk to you.”
I glanced over my shoulder toward the club. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” I shoved the phone in my pocket and started up the bike.
Bray was going to have to find someone else to keep her warm tonight.
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