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Poison shook his head. “Not all of them. But someone was still trying to get out when we left. I don’t know if they got out or not. The second we were told to go, we left. I’m sorry, Prez, I just couldn’t stay there a second longer. That smell of burning flesh is something I’ll never be able to forget.”

Nodding, I shot another look at Clash. “You know what this means, right?”

Clash nodded. “That Ratt was a rat, and he turned some of our prospects into rats too.”

“It also means that what Ranger said was true. The Crows are reforming, and it’s quite possible that some of them are still alive.”

Poison and Slaughterman both shared a look. “I’m sorry, Prez. We should’ve stayed behind,” Poison apologized.

“Nah, you did exactly what you were told like you always do, Poison. Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you two go get a drink? I think you need it.”

They both quickly stood and exited the room, leaving me alone with Clash.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” he asked as he threw his big, dumb body down in the chair and stretched out like he owned the place.

“Yeah, it means the war isn’t over... it’s just gone cold.”

Chapter Thirteen

Shasta

Ramona’s smile was getting brighter every day. I could see she had a bit of a crush on Josie, and it was freaking adorable.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” I questioned when I noticed Josie sending her a flirty wink.

“What? No way! I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Ramona nibbled on her lip. “Look at me, Shasta, I’m seven months pregnant with a child, and who’s to say she swings my way?”

“You never know until you ask.”

Ramona shook her head, quickly looking down at the register when Josie returned.

“Man, that table just gave me a twenty-dollar tip!” she squeaked in delight. “It pays to have boobs and curves sometimes,” she said with a giggle.

“Did that guy just ask you out?” I questioned, noticing how one of the men at the table was undressing her with his eyes.

Josie held up a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. “Yeah, but I won’t throw his number away until he leaves.”

“Why would you throw it away?” I asked, knowing the answer.

She snuck a look towards Ramona. “He’s not exactly my type.”

Hearing those words made Ramona slowly raise her head, and for a split second they shared a heated look, one that had both of their cheeks flushing pink. Ramona quickly looked back down at the register, unable to take it a second longer.

Josie frowned, then went back to taking people’s orders.

“You’re screwing this up, Ramona, just go for it!” I encouraged.

She shook her head. “I’m not about to drag someone into my life, Shasta. When this baby comes out, there’s a huge possibility that the father might come looking for them... and what happens then? I’ll just get dragged back into that life we both are desperately trying to run away from.”

She had a point. It was exactly one of the reasons why I wasn’t allowing Joe’s flirty eyes to affect me. Though they did. Every time he smiled it was like electric shocks ricocheted through my body. The man was too damn handsome for his own good, but he didn’t hold a candle to the one that still possessed my heart.

It was like I could feel his presence before he even moved in behind me, the heat of his body too damn tempting.

“I give it another week before they’re making out.”

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