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Stripes didn’t laugh. He was watching me.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

There was only one town in the direction they’d been heading where they might stop, and knowing Kali, she’d stop. She was traveling with her best buds from high school. She cared about them, so they’d set up somewhere. She’d make sure her friends were distracted, or happy enough not to put up a fight, and she’d come back for her sister then.

That meant I had some time.

“I don’t want her at The Bonfire.”

Both guys knew I meant I didn’t want her around the other Red Demons. They weren’t in our group. I didn’t trust them.

I headed for my bike. “Make some calls,” I told Stripes as I got on. “I either want Claudia’s cell phone collected or a cell phone jammer on her. Let’s find a place to stash her for a bit too.” I focused on Roadie as Stripes nodded. “Claudia’s been around you and Corvette most the time. I don’t want to let her talk to her sister until I know there’s nothing she could’ve overheard.”

In an ideal situation, Kali would talk Claudia into going back, but I knew that probably wouldn’t happen. Instead, if Claudia knew anything at all, she would try to talk Kali into staying. Kali was already suspicious about us and Gloves. Claudia only needed to give her a hint that something more was going on, and Kali would dig in.

Stripes got off the phone, putting it in his pocket. “Claudia’s phone has been collected, and Machete is apprised of the situation. He said not to worry. He’ll take her on a trip, hole up somewhere for the weekend or until we call to have him bring her back.”

“They’re probably in Fallen Crest. Tell Machete to go north.”

“Roussou?”

I shook my head. “No. We steer clear of there.”

“Callyspo’s a ghost town, so the next town up is Crete Lake.”

I nodded. That sounded fine. “Have him book a cabin—no hotel Kali could find her sister at.”

“You think she would do that?”

Roadie had fallen silent, listening to Stripes and me.

I noted that, and gave Stripes a nod. “Yeah. I do.”

I reached for my keys.

“What are you doing now?” Stripes asked.

“I’m going to try to head Kali off, get in her head and send her home.” Those were lofty goals, and from the grin on Stripes’ face, he knew it too. I gave him a slight nod before starting my bike and heading off.

A part of me hated that Kali was here, but another part didn’t. The part where my dick got hard the second I saw her—that part was thrilled she was here.

I was going to let both parts out to play once I found her.

12

KALI

I was coming out of the room when a hand on my stomach pushed me back inside.

“Wha—” Alarm and fear spiked in my chest, and my blood seemed to freeze, until I looked up and recognized the face staring back down at me. He had a hood pulled up over his head, over his cut, but I could see up close and personal the fury he kept a tight handle on.

Shane King. Though he felt more like Ghost right now.

He shut the door behind him, locked it, and threw the deadbolt—all before I managed to think maybe I shouldn’t be letting this happen.

I made a move to get past him, but he growled, “I think not.” His arm wrapped around me. It was like hitting a cement wall, and he walked me farther into the room. When I felt the bed behind my knees, he shoved me down. My legs folded. I was dumbfounded by how quickly it had happened.

Then he began moving around the room. He checked the window, the patio door, and the door that connected to the adjoining room. He waited, listening, but there were no sounds.

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