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“SHE LIED TO ME!” he yelled, spitting on me in his anger. “Not only did she lie, but she took you away.”

Took me away? What is he talking about?

“Grant, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please let’s just talk. I’m sure we can fix whatever it is.”

He grabbed my arms and shook me against the stairs. My head hit the spindle, and I saw stars. I didn’t know why it was called seeing stars. It was more like seeing fireflies.

“FIX? He had you! She promised me I could have you. She called me when you came back here. Told me you were still a virgin. Told me I could still have you if I hurried. If I got to you before he did.”

“You’re not making any sense, Grant.”

He wasn’t listening to me as he continued to ramble on.

“She told me once the old bat died, we could get the land back. We could sell it and everything else she had would be ours. We could leave this place, get away from him for good.”

The old bat? Grams? What land?

I didn’t get to ask him again before the kitchen door slammed again and I heard boots stomping toward us.

“BECCA!” I heard Micah yell.

Relief settled in, knowing Micah was here.

I closed my eyes, as everything faded away.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Blade

Leaving Becca to come to the clubhouse for church sucked.

I tried to get her to come with me, but she said she had plenty at the house to keep her busy, seeing as she wouldn’t actually be with me at church, anyway.

Maybe we should let old ladies in church. Someday they’d all have one, and they’d thank me for suggesting it. I had a scowl on my face when I entered church, and Colt took a chance with his life by trying to be funny.

“Hey, you fighting with the old lady already, Blade?”

“Fuck you, Colt.”

“No, he’s pissy cause he had to leave her bed for church.” Jack snorted.

King slapped the back of his head as he walked to the front of the room to take his chair.

“That’s my niece, Jackass.”

“So we can’t bust his balls?” Jack’s grin fell as he questioned King.

Glaring at Jack, he replied, “Fuck no, not about her.”

I turned toward Jack and grinned.

“Asshole.” Jack pouted.

“Alright, let’s get started,” King said, knocking the gavel against the worn table.

“Johnny’s been hearing some rumblings about Rohypnol making the rounds in some bars outside of town,” Gunner relayed.

“Anything here in town?” Ghost growled.

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