Page 17 of The Convict


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“Can you do it?” Zeke asks, hands on his hips. I have to fight not to look at his well-defined chest. He looks good to be in his late thirties. Not that late thirties means he has to let himself go. It’s just—

What the fuck am I thinking? He’s probably a killer too. Probably more dangerous than Rax since he hasn’t been caught doing anything illegal.

Shaking myself, I answer him. “No. I know enough to diagnose but I can’t do that. Sorry.”

“It’s cool, Huck. Thanks. At least I know where to start. Our mechanic won’t be here for another few weeks. I just got the bike back after my dad passed. Wanted to get it done.”

I nod, surprised he’s even telling me all this. I won’t tell anyone else, but I didn’t think these people would want to talk to me.

The door opens and Rax sticks his head in. “Let’s go, Finn.”

“Where?” I ask before I can think better of it.

Surprisingly, he answers. “My lawyer found us a place to stay. I need you to drive. Grab a cup of coffee if you’re tired. I won’t have you falling asleep at the wheel when I’ve only been free for twenty-four hours.”

“I’m good,” I mutter.

“It’s an almost two-hour drive. Go get some coffee,” Rax says in a stern tone.

“Coffee gives me anxiety attacks. I’ll be fine.”

He shrugs like he doesn’t care either way. “Zeke, Shane says he needs to see you. He’s in your room.”

I’m not sure if Rax notices, but Zeke’s eyes flare and his cheeks turn a faint shade of red. Does Zeke have a crush on Shane?

“Cool.” Zeke walks over and pulls Rax in for a hug. “I’ll be by soon to see you. Shane can give me the address.”

“Good. I can’t wait. Get a prepaid and call my burner. We can catch up without that fucking plexiglass in the way.”

Zeke pulls back, then looks over his shoulder at me. “Thanks, Huck.”

I incline my head and watch as he goes inside. “Who the fuck is Huck?”

“Me,” I answer simply.

“Why?”

Without as much confidence as Zeke had, I say, “Like Huckleberry Finn?”

Rax rolls his eyes. “Come on. I got some clothes that might fit you until we can get Shane to go shopping for us.”

Good. I want to shower and get out of these clothes that I’ve had on all day and night.

Following Rax, we leave the clubhouse after he says his goodbyes, climb in the car and follow the directions that are plugged into the old school Garmin GPS system. I didn’t think they made these anymore.

Looking in the rearview, I see all the men that were in the building standing outside, watching the car as the gate closes.

Fuck, what is my life right now?

Chapter 8

Rax

The drive to the safe house Shane hooked me up with is spent in silence. It’s a few hours away from the clubhouse and is supposed to be secluded from other people.

When he came back, Shane handed me a set of keys and some clothes for both me and Finn he managed to scrounge up. Shane fits in physically with my brothers, about as big and tall as us, so whatever clothes he has will swim on Finn. I’m not sure why that thought makes me smirk.

About an hour into the drive, as I’m scanning the surroundings and keeping an eye on Finn’s speed, he blows out a hard breath. I look over at him and he glances at me quickly but doesn’t say anything. I let him be, until he does it again. I give him a hard look, but he remains silent.

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