Page 92 of Dizzy

Dizzy’s temple pulses. Tension radiates from his squared shoulders.

“Yeah.”

“We got a question for you, Fay-Lee.”

“Okay.”

He holds up my phone. I can’t help but reach for it, but he pulls it back.

“Where’d you find it?” I ask.

Heavy holds it high, out of reach. Like we’re playing keep-away. What is this?

“Harper said you were looking for this at the clubhouse.”

“Yeah. I lost it at that first party I was at.”

“Dizzy says you didn’t mention losing a phone.” Heavy raises his thick eyebrows. The resemblance between him and Dizzy is uncanny. But if this were a fairy tale, Heavy’s the beast version, and Dizzy’s the man once the spell wears off.

“I guess I didn’t.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know. It didn’t come up. Can I have it please?” I hold out my palm.

Heavy makes no move to hand it over. “This is your last chance, Fay-Lee. If there’s something you need to tell us, now is the time.”

What do they want from me? Dizzy’s no help. He won’t meet my eye. He’s at my side, glowering at the others.

“I don’t know what you want.”

Heavy flips open the phone. “Put in the passcode.”

“Why?”

Heavy appeals to Dizzy with a silent glance.

Dizzy snarls. “Do it, Fay-Lee.”

Shivers zip down my spine. Is he mad at me? I don’t think so. I think that tone of voice was meant for Heavy.

I take the phone and type in 1–2–3–4. Heavy’s got a reputation as a genius, but he can’t be that smart.

Shit. I have a ton of texts and missed calls. I go to check, but Heavy grabs the phone back. He taps and scrolls, his mouth turning down.

Then he holds the phone up for the others to see.

It’s a text. It’s from a guy named Rab I met when I first came to town. He’s a biker from another club. Chaos hung out with him while Jed and I played horseshoes at a bar outside town. Afterwards, we all did shots and danced to the jukebox. I vaguely remember drunkenly adding him to my contacts. He said he owned a tattoo parlor, and he’d give me a discount.

The text readswhere is chaos bitch?

Nickel cracks his neck and skewers me with a death stare. “I told you.”

“This don’t mean nothin’,” Dizzy says.

“Brother—” Heavy shakes his head. “She’s got dozens of messages from Rab.” He hands me the phone. I start scrolling.

where’s chaos?

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