Page 39 of Fastlander Fealty

“My Crew, my rules!”

“She ain’t your Crew.”

Gunner snatched the phone he’d set in the cupholder and looked at the home screen.

“Hey!” Owen barked out, grabbing for it.

Gunner was too fast and yanked it out of his reach.

“That’s not yours,” Owen growled.

“You said she isn’t my Crew,” Gunner murmured. The sound of his tone said Owen needed to stop pushing him. Gunner pointed the phone screen at him and said low, “And she never will be.”

The very last text burned right through him. If you get a chance to kill the Alpha, do it the way I taught you.

Owen’s heart sank to the floorboard, and slowly, he took the phone from Gunner. He scrolled up. It was text after text after text from Rook Holland.

None of them were good.

…I haven’t floated a river since I was a kid…

…have fun but remember why you are there…

…proud of you…

…can’t wait for you to be a Queen again…

…the Pride needs you…

…I knew you were the one for this job…

…I hate the thought of those fucking Fastlanders looking at you, thinking they have a chance. You’re mine, Sil. Always have been and always will be. You won’t have to question that anymore when you get home…

Owen got to one that said, missing you, and he couldn’t do it anymore.

He opened his door and tossed the phone out, slammed the door closed, and clenched his fists on his thighs, wishing he could wash them. He felt dirty. He slammed his palm onto the steering wheel a few times, and yelled a curse.

The taste of her still lingered on his lips.

“Drive,” Gunner growled.

Yep. Owen threw it into drive and pulled a quick U-turn and headed down the road. He looked up into the rearview just in time to see Silver come out onto the porch, dressed, with a confused look on her face, but he didn’t slow. Instead, he hit the gas.

Gunner connected a call, and Owen could hear the voice who picked up. Hallie. “Pack her shit for her. Silver is to leave the territory right now.”

Chapter Eight

“I don’t understand,” Silver murmured to herself.

Owen had peeled out of here, spraying gravel from the drive as he disappeared down the road.

“Your phone is over there,” Captain called out. He’d made his way to a chair on the front porch, and was pointing to the yard.

“My phone?” she asked, confused as she made her way down the stairs.

“Damon brought some of our stuff from the river.”

She picked up the phone, and winced as she noticed the screen protector was cracked like a spiderweb across the front. Her phone lit up with a stack of texts from Rook. One talked about killing Gunner. What the hell? She looked back up to the settling dust cloud where Owen’s truck had disappeared. Damon must’ve brought back his truck too? “Where is the rest of my stuff? This was in a plastic bag.”

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