Page 95 of The Good Girl

“You meet Bishop before?”

“A couple of times. Once at Sturgis and once as a courtesy when they set up shop just outside our territory. The guy didn’t give much away, but he didn’t set off any red flags.”

“So we have Hachette as our prime suspect, doing Khan’s bidding. Anyone else it might be?” Hannibal, who has been mostly quiet since the attack, asks.

“I’ve been monitoring Nevaeh’s social media presence since her real identity was revealed,” G jumps in, making me tense.

“You think it could be a crazed fan?”

“I told you before that trolls are something everyone with an online presence has to deal with. People in the public eye, like Nevaeh, however, have it ten times worse. But the thing about trolls is that they’re only powerful behind their keyboards. That’s usually the case, anyway. But every walk of life has a crazy or two in it, and there are two that I’m watching right now that make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, mostly because they are posting on Nevaeh’s personal page, not Celeste’s.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No, they have usernames, and their accounts are locked down tight, so it might be worth involving the police. But as it stands right now, there have been no direct threats made, justa lot of backward and forward comments about what they want to do to Nevaeh if they see her and how they’re mad she tricked them.”

“It’s a big leap to make nasty comments behind a screen then to come here and start shooting at the clubhouse. Besides, how would they even know where she is?”

G looks at me, and I wince.

“Oh-oh, what did you do?” Crane sighs.

I open my mouth to explain myself but close it again when I realize I don’t want to admit that I was a jealous asshole.

G doesn’t have the same issue, though. “Havoc here decided to make a social media account. Mostly it’s pics of him doing whatever the fuck he does, shirtless.” He rolls his eyes at me. “The rest are photos of him and Nevaeh looking all loved up. He, of course, follows Nevaeh, not Celeste and tags her in them all.” He roll his eyes.

I groan realizing my mistake. “It never dawned on me to follow Celeste Sky because I don’t think of her as that.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. People already know Nevaeh is Celeste and clearly she isn’t bothered as she hasn’t commented back. Unless she hasn’t noticed. Either way, in plenty, you’re wearing your cut, which marks you as president and shows the club name. Wouldn’t take much sleuthing to track us down.”

“Shit, this is my fault.”

“No, I won’t rule it out as a possibility, but it doesn’t quite fit. For starters, none of her fans knew about the RV. Both Amity and Nevaeh are very careful about what they post. Anything too personal, like family or where they are living, has always been under wraps. Even on their personal accounts. This feels a lot like it was done by someone with a least a little information about Nevaeh. Information that could only really have comefrom someone observing the club. If it were someone from here they’d know nobody was really living in the RV anymore.”

I relax a touch thankful that we don’t have a traitor in house again.

Nevaeh stirs in my lap, so I hold tighter.

“Take her up to bed. I’m heading back now to join Amity. Nothing we can do tonight.”

I nod and agree, saying goodnight to everyone as I lift Nevaeh and hold her to my chest. I think over what G said. Though I’m not convinced it’s a crazed fan who shot up the trailer, I can’t deny that my jealousy might have naively painted a target on her back.

Hearing arguing, I turn when I get to the top of the stairs just as the noise cuts off. I see Midas pin Legs to the wall and start kissing her. Leaving them to figure out their own shit, I take Nevaeh to our room and lay her on the bed so I can strip off. Once I’m done, I gently undress her before climbing in beside her.

I tug the covers up over us and roll her into my arms so her face is on my chest. Something settles in me with her touch, just like it always does. Tonight could have been so much fucking worse. But somehow, despite it all, everyone is safe. And Nevaeh is in my arms, exactly where she’s supposed to be.

Rapid knocking on the door wakes me the next morning. When I glance over and see the alarm clock, I realize it’s actually closer to lunchtime than dawn. I guess that happens when I toss and turn all fucking night worrying some motherfucker is going to come steal my girl out from under me. My dreams were filledwith blood and death, so much so that I swear I can still smell the coppery tang of it in the air.

“Havoc, we’ve got an issue.” Circus’s voice rings out.

I slip out from Nevaeh’s hold as she stirs and hurry to the door, not giving a fuck about my nakedness.

I yank the door open. “What is it?”

“Cops at the gate and some dude claiming to be Tinkerbell’s father.”

“Shit. Give us five to get dressed, and we’ll be down.”

“Alright, I’ll stall them for now.”

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