Page 7 of Fastlander Fealty

“Ace still hates you,” Owen called after her.

“I know.” She flashed him a middle finger without turning around and climbed into Landon’s truck.

When he looked back to where Silver had been standing, she was gone.

Traitor.

Lucia was right, but he hadn’t pointed out something he’d noticed to her. A long, deep, intentional scar had been cut in a perfect line under her left eye, down to her jawline. That was a traitor’s mark. She was a traitor to be sure, but she’d gone against her own people at some point.

Owen, knowing why she was here, wanted to chase her straight from these mountains, but that scar…that scar meant something intriguing.

A woman with a traitor mark, full of secrets, who could hide her shifter. Hmm.

Her soft brown eyes had been full of startlement, and at times confusion and fear, but there was something there. Something unbroken. He’d seen a little fire.

He was going to have to tell his Crew at some point. Perhaps it was time to out what Lucia had been talking to him about, and involve the rest of the Fastlanders. Lucia hadn’t known exactly when Silver would show up, but now that she was here, Gunner probably needed to know. Ace too, and the girls. Fuck Captain though, she could gut him for all he cared. Douche.

He pulled his phone out and entered the phone number he’d remembered from Silver saying to Captain. Saved it as Traitor, and then opened the Fastlander text loop.

Crew meeting tonight. Something is happening. Send.

Eat a dick, Captain responded immediately. A gross one.

No thanks man, we aren’t close like that. Send.

Take me off this loop. Captain.

Owen sent about sixty-nine eggplant emojis into the loop just to piss Captain off.

A notification popped up that Captain had removed himself from the group, so Owen added him back and snickered to himself as he heard a roar of anger from inside Moosey’s.

I want to kill you both right now. Gunner.

It’s important, Owen typed out. Send.

A gif of a man rolling his middle finger up like a crank appeared from Ace.

7:00. Gunner texted. This better not be another one of your dumb pranks Owen, or I will break your other leg.

That was not a threat. Last week Gunner had literally broken his leg on the jobsite in a fight. Owen was just now getting rid of the limp. I’ll bring the beer. Send.

Ace responded, You better not come in here and steal a six-pack again. I’ll fight you.

Twelve-pack it is. Crew discount. I’ll pay you back in hugs. That or Captain said he is okay with someone sucking his dick. Send.

I’m blocking all of you, Captain texted.

Hallie sent a message to the group. Is this how guys talk to each other? Gross. Steal me some canned margaritas, Owen.

Owen grinned and shoved his phone into his back pocket, and then made his way over to the gas station side of Moosey’s, that Ace managed.

If Ace knew Lucia had been here, he would’ve already been fighting. He probably wouldn’t ever forgive her for Turning Hallie into a grizzly shifter, and then locking Corey in the room with her so Hallie would Turn her too. Corey was Ace’s mate, and he had a big protective instinct for her. Kudos to him, though Owen would never admit he had even an ounce of respect for any of the males in this Crew. There was no fun in peace.

Maybe he was toxic.

That thought drew him up short and he frowned, ready to check himself, but then remembered he didn’t care.

Phew, that was close.

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