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“What are you doing here?”
I glance around Sinful Wheels and take note of the multiple bikes being worked on. Abyss is replacing the brake line on a custom Harley Fat Boy, and Asher is swapping out the gas tank on a Softail. When I return my attention to Spike, he’s staring at me as if I have two heads.
“What?”
Spike shakes his head. “Nothing. Just don’t see you down here all that often.”
“Soul and Malice are out of town so I’m doing the rounds.”
“Yeah, but…”
I narrow my eyes. “But what?”
“It’s…” He sighs. “They’ve been out of town before, and you haven’t done rounds.”
I haven’t had a reason to get the fuck out of the clubhouse before.
“I was bored.”
He stares at me for a moment, his eyes assessing. “Fine. Follow me to the office, and I’ll go over the same shit with you that I do with Soul.”
Spike turns and walks toward the small room that houses his desk and all things business-related. An hour later, I’m striding out the door. The ride to Persuasion Ink is short, and I mentally prepare myself for similar questions from Possum.
Fortunately, when I enter, my brother is busy working on a full back piece for some dude and barely has time to spare for me.
“Can you come back later?” he asks, forcing me to read his lips.
I could easily fine him for not using sign language, but his hands are busy, and I know I can’t punish him for doing his job.
“Sure.”
Before I even make it out the door, my cell vibrates against my side. I reach into my cut and pull it out. Adrenaline surges through me as I stare at the screen.
Cece: Need you at NN now!
As I race to my Harley, I quickly text her back and let her know I’m on my way. It takes me less than ten minutes to get to Naughty/Nice. The entire ride, all I can think about is my death if I let something happen to Soul’s Old Lady or her store.
When I reach the boutique, I notice that the ‘closed’ sign is hanging in the window, and my gut tightens. If Cece shuts down her business, this must be bad.
I scan the area in front of the store, searching for a threat. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, I stride toward the door, and it swings open.
Cece’s expression is stern as she reaches across the threshold and grabs my arm to drag me inside. She leans forward to glance in both directions before slamming it shut and flipping the lock.
The queen of Saints Purgatory faces me, and my stomach drops.
“What happened?” I take a step toward her, my eyes silently perusing her body to look for wounds. “Are you okay?”
Cece smiles fondly. The moment she walked into Soul’s life, she became family, and the thought that she could be hurt has me shook.
“I’m fine, Grim,” she replies, settling her hand on my arm for a second while she pauses. “But we do have a problem.”
I arch a brow as she turns around and motions for someone I can’t see to come forward. My gaze follows hers, and my heart skips a beat when a slip of a woman steps out of the shadows.
Is this some sort of sick joke?
Grabbing Cece’s arm, I spin her back around and glare. “What the fuck is this?”
Her expression darkens, but before she can lift her hands, Violet Simpson, televangelist’s daughter and the person gracing ninety-nine percent of my thoughts, does.
