Page 56 of The Good Girl

“I’m fine, Conan, other than my stomach trying to eat itself. I promise.”

He sighs but nods. “Get in.”

I salute him and climb in as he puts the bags on the passenger seat.

I buckle up and wait for them to get on their bikes. Conan’s is parked at the far side of the lot, which is why we didn’t notice it when we pulled in. The diner’s parking lot is tiny, so people often end up parking over here. The owners must have some type of deal.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Hoops’ engine roar to life. I lower my window as he pulls his helmet on.

“I won’t say anything. I’m not trying to get you in trouble.”

“Not your fault, Tink. I fell down on the job.”

He closes the visor on his helmet, ending the conversation.

“Well, okay then,” I mutter and follow him home.

Chapter Thirteen

Havoc

Neveah walks in with Conan and Hoops, our food in her hands, just as I’m heading into church.

“Eat without me. I’ll reheat mine after.”

I signal for Dice to keep an eye on my woman before I head into church, Conan following behind me.

“You’re cutting it close,” I tell him.

“Your woman distracted me.”

I sigh. “She has that effect on people.”

I leave him and take my seat at the head of the table, still feeling weird about it.

“Alright, assholes, sit down,” I shout as the others filter in.

Once everyone’s settled, I begin. “First up: Blade, Conan, King and Inigo are going away for a couple of weeks, so leave them the fuck alone unless they reach out. Honestly, I’m not sure Blade even knows what a vacation is.”

Blade flips me off, but he’s grinning while he does it.

“As president, I want to say enjoy yourself, Blade. You’ve more than earned it. But if any of you need us, we’re a phone callaway. If you go running to Carnage first, though, you’ll hurt my feelings.”

Inigo chuckles, and Conan just smiles.

“What about Conan’s treatments?” Probe asks.

“Just finished my first round, so I have a few weeks off until the next one starts. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it. I end up puking more than Sunshine does.”

“If fighting were easy, we’d all be soldiers. But if anyone can beat this, it’s you.”

“Oh, I will. I just hate puking,” he complains, making the others murmur sympathetically.

“Where’s Hannibal?” Inigo asks.

“He had something important come up.” I hold my hand up when they start to argue because you better have a damn good reason to miss church. “Trust me, he’s exactly where he needs to be.”

“You know what’s going on with him?” G asks while the others study me. “He got a call the day Amity and I were run off the road. He hasn’t been himself since then.”

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