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Beast stuck his head through the partially opened door. “Skittles went to the Walmart to get you a change of clothes. I’ve got Trixie in my room.”

“Better watch that bitch,” I said. “No man is safe when she’s around.”

“I’m sending her back to Arkansas.” Beast nodded at Diesel. “Can you put a towel around her?”

Diesel went to the bathroom and returned with a towel, wrapping it around me. I sat on the bed, and Beast closed the door.

“What’s going on?” Diesel asked. I thought they might ask me to go into the bathroom and close the door, but they talked club business in front of me.

“I don’t think this Trixie chick is telling the whole fucking truth about what she’s doing here. I mean hanging around the club. Brainiac is on his laptop checking her out now.” Beast looked at me and then back at Diesel. She cleaned up the RV mess way too quickly. It went way too smoothly. And those two chicks who showed up to take Gigi away? They’ve got feds written all over them.”

“You think Trxie’s a fed?” Diesel asked. He walked around the room. “I’ve seen the way she handles a gun and the way she fights. Most women can’t handle themselves like that. She’s been through training.”

“The story about her sister is true. I believe that, but the rest of what she’s doing is bullshit.” Beast pushed back the curtains. Wendy and Skittles were standing outside talking. Skittles had a Walmart bag in her hand. “She’s heard about our guns, pussy and dick houses. She knows too much to let her go.”

“Tell me you’re not going to kill that woman,” I said.

They both looked at me. I’d interrupted club business. “Sorry.”

“We can’t kill a fed. That would bring six different agencies down on the club.” Beats trained his eyes on Diesel. “We need to play our cards close to our chests. We need to make her think we have no idea who she is. Give her some bullshit information she can take back to her bosses and look like a dumbass when it turns out not to be true.”

I raised my hand instead of speaking.

Beast and laughed. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t send her back. Take her with us.”

The door opened, and Cinder came inside. “What the fuck is going on here?”

The men hugged, and Beast and Diesel left with Cinder. When they did, Wendy and Skittles came in and closed the door.

“That was a throwdown,” Skittles said. “You beat her to a pulp.”

“I’m not going to stand around and let someone try and take what belongs to me.” I grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom. I changed and walked out like I’d bought my clothes at Walmart.

“It’s the best they had,” Skittles said. She and Wendy giggled.

“I’d date you for a night,” Wendy said.

“Why’d you come back?” Skittles asked. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again until Arkansas.”

“Charles showed up at my hotel, begging for a second chance. I was already fucked up from almost being killed so many times. I thought there was no fucking way I could ever be married to a biker and married to the shit he does or will bring to my doorstep.” I sat on the bed and thought about the way life was changing. “But damn, then Charles wanted to have sex, and it fucking sucked. I considered what life would be like if I returned to him and still worked for my father.”

“I went through the same thing,” Skittles said. “ You have to weigh the good and the bad with every decision in life. Most people will take the easy, most comfortable way out.” She smiled and held my hand. “You definitely aren’t.”

“How many more times am I going to have to fight?” I asked. No answer would surprise me.

“I’d say with a man like Diesel, probably every other day,” Wendy said.

“The same she’ll have to do with Brainiac,” Skittles said about Wendy.

“Brains, muscles, and charm.” Wendy’s face glowed. “I’m ready to have his babies.”

I rolled my eyes, not ready to have babies. “There’s a coffee shop across the street. I need my caffeine before I beat someone else up.”

We left the room and passed Beast’s room, where Trixie watched us through the window. What would it mean for the club if she was a federal agent? I knew my father had government connections. What if she were working for my father as well? The one thing I was learning about the biker life was that you always had to look over your shoulder to see what was coming next.

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