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“Okay, then. My job here is done.” She turned to Quickshot then. “I need to go check security at Redemption Inc. considering what we just heard. We’ve been worried about MiMi and Angel Girl for a while and this confirms that something was going on behind everyone else’s back.”

“Go, do your thing. Be careful.” Quickshot stood and got ready to walk out too. “I’m headed to the clubhouse. Ghost is still around. Gonna go fill him in on what you guys found this morning and where we’re at. We might need a sit down with the Martinelli Family.”

Quickshot left and we were down to Spike, Walker, Hollywood, my kids, and me. I turned to Spike. “Since we’re sitting around waiting at this point, you might as well show me the ropes on your system.” I nodded to the desk with the computer on top of it.

“Grab a chair, and let’s keep your mind busy,” he stated.

“Watch Josh for me,” Walker told Hollywood. “Ariel, come with me. We need to go grab your brother’s bag, so he has something to do while your mom learns that system.”

“You should be the one teaching her.”

Walker and Spike both laughed. “Walker isn’t allowed near the computer or anything resembling paperwork. He’s a freaking menace in the office. Give him a torch or paint and he can create art. Give him a computer and all you get is chaos.”

Walker shrugged his shoulders, and Ariel teased him about being too old to understand technology as they headed out the door.

A few minutes into Spike explaining their ordering system, Ariel and Walker came back into the office looking puzzled. “Did you have one of the men move Ree’s Durango?”

“No, why would I do that?” Spike asked as he glanced around.

“Maybe because it isn’t outside.”

“Grab my keys and beep the fob.” I teased as I indicated the desk behind me where I’d tossed my things when we arrived. “I lose it enough in the department store parking lot that I learned to find it that way.” It seemed weird to lose a large SUV in their small shop parking lot, but stranger things had happened.

I went to grab my key for them, since I was closer, but it wasn’t there. “My key is gone.”

“Fuck!” Spike yelled as he jumped up and reached for his phone that was sitting on the other desk where we were just working. “Come on, Tash, pick up.” Her phone rang out to voicemail right as I realized why he had panic-called his wife.

“You gave her my key?”

“I didn’t realize. Thought it was for the loaner we always use. She probably thought it was a client’s car and took it for convenience rather than coming to swap out.”

“Oh no!” What were the odds that anyone would be on the lookout for my vehicle? “The first note was left on my Durango,” I whispered almost hesitantly. I didn’t want to speak trouble into existence.

A motorcycle started up and peeled off out of the parking lot sending gravel flying in its wake. Hollywood ran outside and hopped on his motorcycle. He yelled back over his shoulder. “I’ll try to catch her. I think Trouble just realized whose car she took as well.” He was gone in the blink of an eye. I stood there and prayed that nothing would happen to Tash, Trouble, or Hollywood.

Please, don’t let anything happen, especially after she picked up her kids.

“I’m so sorry.” The words tumbled out of my mouth.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Reesa. I grabbed the wrong key to give to her. That’s on me, not you.”

“I shouldn’t have just thrown it down there.”

Walker pulled me into his embrace to try to calm me down. “Not your fault, baby.”

“But I…”

Spike cut me off. “The key was literally sitting beside your purse. If I’d thought about it for even one second, it would have been clear the key was yours. It was just one of those mindless mistakes, and it was mine, not yours. Tash should have known it was a mistake when she grabbed a vehicle that had a car seat in it.” He growled and then threw something across the room. “Why the hell didn’t she come back in for different keys?”

That was a question we would all spend the next few minutes asking ourselves.

17 - The Wrong Car

As we all sat there on pins and fucking needles, took charge of playing with Josh Jr. and keeping him busy. Poor kid had the name of his pussy-ass father. He was probably too old to have it changed, so we would have to come up with a better nickname for the kid than Joshie. The girls didn’t even realize how that shit would follow him around and play out as he got older.

I tried to reassure Spike and Ree that no news was good news, but fuck, I didn’t think that was the case. When Spike’s phone rang, we all immediately homed in on him as he answered and put the phone on speaker. Haven’t caught up to her just yet, but we saw her off in the distance.”

As he filled Spike in on their chase, I got a call from Quickshot and answered immediately. “Yeah?”

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