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“Good.” He pulled the door shut and spoke through it. “Lock it.”

I growled, but did as he’d said.

Now what?

I hit call on my phone.

“Daughter! What are you up to? Getting tickets for the reunion show?”

I gave him the rundown without telling him where I was, and he got quiet after.

Really quiet.

Really really quiet.

“Say what? You’re where? You told me you were road tripping to California, not to go and get your sister! Because Ruby told you to do that. How come this is coming out now?!”

Oh, boy. This was going to be a long call.

I opened my mouth to talk and closed it.

He started in again.

17

SHANE

My dick was still hard from that ride.

Riding my bike got Kali wet. That was good to know, but this was the wrong time for that realization. She was here in the middle of this, and she was pissed. What woman wouldn’t be with the way I was handling her? I just didn’t have another choice, and none of that could be fixed right now.

When I stepped out of the barn, Roadie was waiting for me, and he fell in step as I started for the main house. “Machete’s not far away,” he told me. “He texted. Thirty minutes out. What do you want us to do with Claudia?”

“I don’t want you to do anything except leave her the fuck alone.”

“Right, but you know, what do you want done with her?”

We had a possible war brewing here, and Roadie was asking me about his ex, who needed to stay his ex for our club’s sake. I growled and turned, stopping him. “You need to get this through your head. Stay away from Claudia. You don’t, and I’m sending you to Texas. For the club, you gotta be up front with me. Are you going to have an issue with her moving forward?”

His eyes widened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. But then resignation came over him. “No, Ghost. I want to stay with you. I’ll steer clear of her, I promise.”

“You need your dick sucked, you find someone else. Got me?”

He nodded, his eyes shifting over my shoulder.

I had one guess who was there.

Turning, I already knew I was right.

Crow had his head down, but his eyes were trained on us. He must’ve come out of his house as we approached. “We got other trouble brewing I should know about?” he asked.

“No.” Right now we had church. “Let’s do this.”

My phone rang—Heckler calling. I showed Crow the screen.

He raised his chin, and I stepped aside for the call.

“What’s the latest?” I asked.

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