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I don’t.

Leaving her naked in bed, I walk right out of her house, locking the door behind me. Before I climb onto my bike, I pull on my shirt and cut, then start the engine and roar out of her neighborhood. I don’t go back to the clubhouse. I’m not sure where I’m going, but it’s not there.

Not yet.

I need to think.

Pulling into a gas station, I fuel up my bike and walk into the shop to grab something to eat. I need sustenance after that epic lay. Finding a bag of peanuts, I take it to the counter and pay my bill, then make my way back toward my bike as my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I dig it out and slide my thumb across the screen, then hold it to my ear. “Clink,” I state as my greeting.

There is a moment of silence. It lasts so long that I think the call has dropped. But then I hear a voice. It’s Vixen. She whimpers, and my spine straightens. There is a serious problem, and my whole body goes on high alert.

“Vix?” I ask.

“Clink, I need help.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. Help? What the fuck?

“I thought I could get my sister out myself,” she whispers.

Pausing beside my bike, I almost groan. I don’t know why she wasn’t at the clubhouse tonight. I don’t know why she thought she could handle this, especially when she specifically asked me to. Although Atomic may have told her that it wasn’t possible.

“Where are you, and what do you need from me?” I ask.

She’s part of our club, and she falls under our protection. I can’t just let her fly in the goddamn wind. It wouldn’t be right.

“I was on my way to Virginia.”

Fuck.

“And?” I ask.

“I stopped at a club that I thought was an affiliate. They aren’t. They locked me in a room. They don’t know I have my phone.”

Fuck.

“Where are you?” I demand.

She's silent for a moment before she speaks. “Knoxville.”

Holy shit. I know exactly where she is. And it isn’t good. “Keep your head up. I’m on my way to Atomic, and we’ll get a crew together to get you.”

Ending the call, I shove my phone in my pocket. With a destination in mind, I head straight for Atomic’s. I know he’s notgoing to like me showing up at his home in the middle of the night like this, but I don’t give a fuck.

This is an emergency.

This could mean war. I really hope it doesn’t come to that, but nothing about this sounds good to me.

CHAPTER

FIVE

CLINK

“She’s in fucking Knoxville.That’s an eleven-hour drive,” Atomic growls.

We’re standing in his living room, him in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, his cell phone in his hand, and me in my wrinkled clothes smelling like Dillion.

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