Page 89 of The Good Girl

“No, funnily enough, I was sane before you came along. You bring out the crazy in me.”

With the girls heading back to the clubhouse, me and G make quick work of changing the tires.

“I forgot to ask you before, but what was with your reaction to Nevaeh’s social media?”

He looks at me and frowns. “Oh, it was nothing. Just a few trolls talking shit. It’s just the nature of the beast.”

I nod, not sure what to say to that. Social media’s blown up since I’d been inside. It’s not that it wasn’t around before, I just had no interest in it, liking to keep my private life private.

“Alright, but do me a favor and keep an eye on things. I get that this is probably normal, but after what went down with Amity, I want to be extra careful.”

He tenses at the reminder but nods, his jaw tightening. After a moment, he blows out a breath. “Let’s head back,” he says as he starts picking up the tools. “Hoops mentioned that Kieran’s coming by in an hour to meet with you. Are you serious about him going undercover at your old club?”

“I want to get a feel for the guy first, but at this point, we have nothing to lose. Khan and Driller haven’t been back since I left, and the bugs are up and running, but the room hasn’t been used.” I run a hand through my hair. “Have any of them contacted you?”

“Yeah, Byte calls me every day. We’re working on tracing the missing money. It’s taking time, but we’ll figure it out.”

“Anything on the girls?”

“I’ve hacked the police files and traced their last known movements. I can see where the cops fucked up. The local sheriff didn’t do a fucking thing to follow up on any leads. Honestly, I’m surprised the feds haven’t gotten involved. But if girls keep disappearing, it’ll only be a matter of time. And the last thing the club needs are the feds poking around, because it won’t stop with just that club.”

“No, and Khan will make sure we go down with the ship as one last ‘fuck you’ to me.” I rub my hand over my face and my eyes land on the building across the street–– and, more importantly, the camera on the side of it. I nod to it. “Think you might be able to see who fucked with my bike?”

“They use our security company so I can look. I don’t know if it will have caught anything from that angle, but you never know, we might get lucky.”

I sigh. “I won’t hold my breath.”

We pull through the gates and into the warehouse just as the sky darkens, looking like it’s going to pour at any moment.

We park our bikes and climb off.

“That was lucky,” G says as we climb off our bikes. “I wasn’t looking forward to being caught in the rain today––not that it was even forecasted.”

“I swear this fucking weather has a mind of its own. You sticking around to meet this potential prospect?” I ask as we head out of the warehouse.

“Might as well. I’ll need to run background on him anyway.”

The clubhouse is quiet when we walk through the doors. Most of the tables are empty, and Lil is behind the bar. A couple of old-timers are sitting in the corner, drinking the day away, listening to soft rock on the jukebox.

Our women are nowhere to be seen, so they’re either out back or upstairs. As much as I want to find Nevaeh, I know if I do, I’ll end up buried deep inside her. And right now, I need to focus. Sometimes, I hate being the president.

We head to the bar and take a seat while we wait.

“Hey guys, what can I get you?”

“Beer for me. You see Nevaeh Lil?”

“She went upstairs to work for a bit. Amity is out back with Legs.” She looks at G as she says the last part.

He nods. “Thanks, Lil. Can I get a beer, too?”

She grabs two beers from the fridge and hands them to us.

“Everything okay, Lil? Haven’t seen you around much lately.”

“I’ve been helping out at the new homeless shelter. There’ve been a few…issues, but I think they have it under control now.”

“Anything we can do to help?”

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