Page 16 of The Good Girl

“Let’s go,” she says, putting on a brave face.

He holds his hand out to her and helps her up. Once she’s standing, I get to my feet and take her hand and walk her to my bike. As I pull my helmet on, I spot Capone walking toward us with G’s.

I get on my bike and start it, waiting as Capone slips the helmet over her head and tightens the strap. I watch as he says something to her and squeezes her shoulder before she climbs on the bike behind me and wraps her arms around my waist tightly.

My mind races as I speed back to the clubhouse, thinking about what happened and why. Why would my old club go afterG? He's the new VP—that should've kept him safe. And Amity? She could’ve been killed. What the hell were they thinking?

By the time we pull through the gates at the back of the property, my head is spinning, and I'm no closer to figuring out the reason behind the attack. I head toward the clinic and park. Once I've stopped, Amity climbs off and removes her helmet. I do the same and take hers from her, placing it next to mine on my seat as the others pull in behind us.

When the truck carrying G stops, she moves toward it, but I hold her back. “Give them space, sweetheart. While they get him settled, why don’t you tell the rest of us what happened?”

“Okay, but I can do it here, though, right? I don’t want to leave him.”

“We’ll find a quiet spot inside. Come on. Midas, Probe, Capone, you’re with me. Hannibal, focus on G. Once he’s good, stabilize Acid. I have questions for him.” Hannibal nods, and we head inside.

I look around before leading her into the small break room at the back of the building. I pull out a chair for her as Probe grabs a soda from the fridge and cracks it open for her. I sit beside her as she takes a drink, her hand trembling slightly, and wait for the others to sit before I start.

“Alright, I caught most of it. But for the benefit of the others, I’m going to fill them in a little. Then, once you’ve finished that”—I nod to her soda—“you can tell us the rest, alright?”

“What about Blade?” Capone asks.

“I tried to call him,” Amity starts, then clears her throat. “But he didn’t answer.”

“I called him too and left a message,” Probe says shaking his head.

Midas sighs. “Conan has chemo today. Inigo was taking him. King said something about taking Sunshine to visit Alex’s grave, so maybe he has Junior.”

I blow out a frustrated breath and start telling them what happened. I tell them about the truck hitting Amity and G and how Amity called me. Then I tell them about the truck coming back, before turning to Amity to tell the rest.

“I thought we were safe when they got out of the truck because they were wearing Raven Souls cuts. But I didn’t know them.”

I clench my jaw, fisting my hands on the table as she looks at me. “She asked me if they were friend or foe. And I hesitated. I shouldn’t have. My answer should’ve been instant; every instinct I had told me something was wrong,” I admit.

“He said ‘foe’ just as they pulled guns and pointed them at us. I couldn’t let them hurt G,” Amity says firmly.

“Of course you couldn’t,” Capone says, reaching over to pat her hand briefly.

“I didn’t think. I just aimed and fired. I watched him go down, but I missed the other guy. Then he started shooting, so I covered G with my body and waited to take my next shot. Then I heard your bikes, and I knew everything would be okay. The other guy heard them, too. He started running, so I shot him. I think I hit his leg because he started limping.”

“Good job.” Probe’s angry voice rumbles.

“He got in the truck and took off, but not before firing at me as he drove past. Asshole,” she curses, making my lips twitch.

“You think you’d recognize him if I showed you some pictures?” I ask her.

“I think so,” she replies, as the door suddenly swings open and slams against the wall, making us all jump.

Hannibal’s eyes find mine before he looks at Amity, who walks toward him slowly.

“He’s awake, and he’s asking for you.”

“Oh. That’s good,” she says quietly, then passes out.

Hannibal catches her before she hits the ground, and the rest of us scramble over to her.

“She hurt?”

“I’ll check her out, but it’s probably just her body’s way of dealing with everything,” he says, lifting her into his arms. “I’ll take her to G. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

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