Page 82 of The Good Girl

“He probably knew. He just didn’t care.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.” I sigh. “I want to leave as soon as possible. I don’t know which brothers are loyal to the club and which are loyal to Khan.”

“I feel like I missed something,” Nevaeh says, looking up at me.

“I’ll fill you in when we get back home. I want to call church and let everyone know what’s going on first.” She opens her mouth, but I cut her off before she can say anything. “All I can say is that it seems Khan’s been lying and keeping shit to himself. And the brothers we talked to are pissed.”

“Do you believe them?”

“My gut says yes, but I won’t risk your safety on a feeling.”

She smiles softly as she cups my cheek, and I lean down to kiss her just as her phone buzzes. She rolls her eyes, ignoring it, and places a loud kiss on my lips.

I grin down at her before looking over at Crane. “You got a contact? I want to keep them in the loop as much as possible. I don’t want them thinking we ignored what they said and bailed.”

“I got a couple, yeah. But there’s this guy, David. He seems to be their unofficial spokesperson. I’ll let him know we’re leaving, but we’ll be looking into the girls’ disappearances and be back.”

I nod as Nevaeh’s phone goes off again. But before she can pull it out of her pocket, it starts pinging rapidly, making me frown. “What the hell?”

“Relax, caveman,” she says, and I chuckle as she pulls out her phone. “It’s just a bunch of notifications from Instagram. Let me just look quickly.”

I watch, confused, as she checks her phone and freezes. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, but her eyes remain glued to the screen.

“Did Tinkerbell just swear? Aww, our baby’s all grown up,” Toot teases, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.

Finally, she looks up at me, her face pale, biting her lip. “Looks like my real identity’s just been revealed on a much bigger scale than I expected. Oh, God… my dad is going to kill me.”

“Nobody’s touching you,” I tell her. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” But even as I say it, her phone continues to ding.

She puts it on silent before closing her eyes in defeat. “Well, the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“How did it blow up like that? Seems kinda random,” Kruger says, frowning.

She shows him a picture on her phone, and he chokes, his eyes widening. He looks at me quickly before I take a look. It’s a photo of Nevaeh at the airport with a huge guy smiling down at her. A surge of jealousy runs through me.

“That’s the Ambros you were talking about? Ambros Deveraux?” Kruger asks, his voice filled with shock and awe, grabbing my attention.

Nevaeh nods slowly.

“Why does that name sound familiar?” Crane asks.

“Probably because he’s the current UFC heavyweight champion.”

I look at Nevaeh, who blushes.

“I think I’m going to start chaining you to the bed.”

Chapter Twenty

Nevaeh

The ride home is long and uneventful, giving me way too much time to worry about how my father will react to the news. I’m not naïve enough to think he won’t find out, especially with how quickly news spreads online.

My heart hurts at the thought of the upcoming confrontation. I knew it would happen eventually; I just hoped I’d have more time.

When we finally pull into the warehouse and climb off the bikes, I breathe out a sigh of relief, happy to be home. I think the guys feel the same. They follow behind us as Havoc places his hand on the small of my back and guides me through the warehouse toward the saloon.

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