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“That’s it,” I mutter mostly to myself.
“What’s it?” Gray asks, spinning me around so I’m facing him. “What the hell are you mumbling about?”
My breath saws out of me as I remember a phase Leslie went through in another life. “Leslie was always doing things to annoy me when we were younger,” I explain. Or try to. “One of her favorite things was hiding inside my closet whenever I had friends over. She’d stay there for hours listening to us until we went to sleep, then sneak out and eat all of our candy or steal our nail polish while we slept. Sometimes we had no idea she’d been there, and other times, she’d leave a sticky note calling me a sucker. We had no idea she’d been there the whole time.”
“So?” Slasher asks. “Slayer and I used to do that to each other all the time.”
“What if that’s how it’s happening?” I ask, scrambling to make them see the dots I’ve already connected. “What if we don’t have a mole? What if it’s Gunner, and he’s already inside the clubhouse?”
Zoe
The room falls quiet, but it’s only the calm before the storm.
“The blackout,” Gray growls. “Doing the entire neighborhood was to throw us off his scent.”
“It explains how he could get to me,” Rose says, pointing to her hair that’s hidden under the cap.
Alana’s gaze finds mine. “The pictures and unicorn,” she whispers.
I nod, everything falling into place as they list every single incident.
“What do we do?” Titch asks.
At the same time as Slasher demands, “What are your orders, Prez?”
“We need to call the others and warn them,” Cilla murmurs.
“No,” I shout, startling all of them. “We can’t.”
Rose immediately agrees. “If he’s inside the clubhouse, we can’t call them. He could overhear. But we can text—”
Shaking my head, I say, “We can’t risk texting them, either. Without knowing exactly where Gunner’s hiding, how can we know he isn’t in a place where he can read the texts?”
“Fuck!” Gray roars. “You’re right.”
His hand is shaking with anger as he wraps it around my upper arm, dragging me out of the room while shouting overhis shoulder. “Stay here. Don’t fucking split up. We’re going back.”
“But Zoe—”
I interrupt Alana. “I’m not fucking hiding here. I won’t believe he’s dead unless I see it for myself this time.”
She says something else, but I don’t hear it as Gray drags me back to the bike. I hurry to put my helmet on and take my seat behind him.
“Should we say goodbye to Cain?” I ask just before he starts the engine.
“No,” he answers. “Since he didn’t follow us back inside after Rocco and Cara left, I guess he needs a minute. Slasher can catch him up.”
The bike roars to life and I cling to him as he breaks his previous record of insane driving, getting us back to the clubhouse in no time at all.
Despite being in a rush, he takes his time parking it perfectly. That’s where his patience ends. As soon as Gray’s off the bike, he rips my helmet off and claims my lips in a bruising kiss.
“You’re mine,” he growls angrily. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“That’s fucking right. And I protect what’s mine. You’ll never be at his mercy again, Princess. I fucking swear it.”
Pulling back, I take his hand and lock our pinkies together. “Pinky promise?”
