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“Fuck you.”

“You didn’t wanna do that, remember?” I remind her. My cell rings again, and this time, I pull it out and answer.

“What?”

“You good?”

“Yeah, you want me to catch up?” I ask Mask.

“You hit?”

“In the arm.”

“No, go back and get that handled,” he replies.

“On it. See you in a few days,” I tell him before hanging up the phone. “Guess it’s your lucky day.” I pull the gun from between her legs and shove it into the back of my jeans.

“Where’s my friend?”

“Probably dead. You’re on your own now,” I declare as I turn and walk away.

“You can’t leave me here!”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Please. I can’t go back there,” she begs. Does she really not want to go back to where she came from? Was she really not wanting to shoot at us?

“Why should I help you? You fuckin’ shot me.”

“They’ll kill me.”

“I could kill you.”

“You didn’t, though. Please,” she begs once more. I think about it for a long second before I walk back over, grab her by the rope around her wrists, and drag her back up the hill and over toward my bike. I help her on before I climb on.

“How am I supposed to hold on?”

“Not my problem. Better figure it out quickly.” I feel her hands knot into the back of my cut as I take off. It isn’t my problem if she falls off before we get back.

I ride back to the clubhouse, pissed off I’ve lost the few days reprieve because this bitch shot me. I’m pissed off that I’m going to have to take time to heal from this shit too.

When I pull into the parking lot, I climb off with her right behind me.

“Now what?”

“Now you become my test subject. Just remember you asked for this shit,” I tell her. She looks at me confused and almost tries to step back but thinks better of it. Instead she follows me into the clubhouse as I hold the door open for her. We walk inside and over to the bar, where a few of the other guys are sitting.

“You were hit?” Bunny asks as soon as she sees my arm. I nod my head before she takes off toward the bathroom, and Nails stalks over.

“You were hit, Free? What the hell? Are you okay?” she asks, feeling me up as she checks on me.

“I’ll be fine, darlin’. Can you get this bitch situated in a room?” I ask, nodding toward the girl. Nails looks over at her and eyes her up and down for a long second.

“Who is she?”

“The bitch who shot me.” I see the fire rise in her eyes, but she doesn’t make a move to touch the girl. I don’t need any catfights over me today and Nails has been known to throw down over me even though we aren’t anything. I know she wants more, but that isn’t going to happen.

“Are you kidding me? You brought her here?”

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