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Murphy ducked into the back of the van, and I slipped behind the driver’s seat. I glanced in my rearview mirror and couldn’t help but smile.

“What’s so funny?” Gravel asked.

“I never thought I would be driving a van with a grumpy biker riding shotgun, with another biker and three mafia guys in the back,” I giggled.

“At least she didn’t call us goons,” Apollo sighed. “There’s hope for her yet.”

I cranked up the van and followed Bear’s Bronco back to the cabin.

Never in a million years would I have believed anything that had happened over the past forty-eight hours, but here I was.

Here. I. Was.

Chapter Ten

Murphy

“The girls are working on dinner. We’ve got about half an hour before they get bored and find trouble.” King closed the door to the garage and stood next to Rigid.

“What kind of trouble can they get into while making dinner?” Creed asked.

Bear grunted. “You haven’t spent much time with Greta, have you? She gets bored easily and likes excitement. I say we’ve got twenty minutes tops before they start dying someone else's hair.”

“Someone else’s hair?” Apollo asked. “They already dyed someone’s hair?”

King nodded to me. “They got their hands on Tatum while we were busy avoiding getting blown up.”

“Uh, what?” I asked. “They didn’t do anything to Tatum.”

King snickered. “You might want to take a closer look, brother.”

I opened my mouth but closed it instantly. I thought back to Tatum picking us up, driving us back, and even talking to Meg and the girls. “She looks the same as she did earlier.” Hell, I had even hugged her.

“Look closer.” Creed’s eyes darted down. “Closer,” he drawled.

“For fuck sake,” Apollo grumbled. “She did not dye anything south of the equator.”

“How would you know?” Creed asked.

Apollo shook his head and pulled out his phone. “Let’s call Leo. The sooner we figure out our next move, the sooner we can get out of here.” He connected the call to Leo and put it on speaker. “We’re all here,” Apollo noted when Leo answered.

“They didn’t get arrested while you guys were getting blown up?” Leo asked.

“Not this time,” King grunted.

“Why don’t we talk about us barely escaping being blown up?” Frost questioned. “What the hell shit are you guys caught up in?”

King glared at Frost and shook his head.

Frost held up his hands defensively. “Sorry for wanting answers,” he muttered.

“He’s fine,” Leo called. “I would be concerned if you guys didn’t want answers.” Leo sighed. “The problem is we don’t have many answers.”

“Well, what do you know?” Rigid asked.

Some answers were better than none.

“It’s Brandt. I got in touch with the rental agency, and his name is on the rental agreement. He rented the place for three nights. He was scheduled to check out tomorrow.”

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