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“What can I tell her?” I whispered.

“Go with your instincts,” Fallon answered.

I figured it wasn’t the time to remind him that my instincts often couldn’t tell the difference between being chased by a bloodthirsty beast and having to make a phone call.

“Okay,” I agreed. “You’re sure you’re okay?” I asked, looking at Sully.

“Just kind of pissed our tacos are cold,” he said, giving my wrist a squeeze.

“Call me if you need me,” I demanded before climbing off of his lap and asking Courtney to go into Sully’s room with me.

To talk to her, sure.

But I also got the feeling that the bikers needed to talk as well.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Sully

“What the fuck happened?” Fallon asked as soon as Bonnie closed my bedroom door.

“We went to get tacos. Brought Valen. Followed the rules.”

“Yeah, get that. What happened then?”

“Bonnie got a text from her boss that said to come over for a minute. It was kind of on the way home. I figured it was no big deal.”

“I’m not mad at you. You’re not a prisoner here. Neither is Bonnie. But I need details.”

“I was trying to find somewhere to put the tacos. But Bonnie rushed out ahead of me and went inside. I didn’t get a chance to ask her what happened inside, why she suddenly knew something was wrong. All I knew was she came running out with a panicked look on her face, yelling for me to get inside. Then… gunshots.”

“Neither of you saw anything?” Fallon asked, looking between Valen and me.

He shook his head.

“No,” I said. “I was making my way toward the building. The shot came from the woods at the side.”

“Yeah,” Voss said. “There was a stand in the trees.”

“New?” I asked, wondering if this fuck was just an opportunist or if he’d been plotting.

“Seems like it.”

“What kind of bullet was it?” I asked, looking over at Voss.

“Not a rifle,” he said. “Small caliber. Seems like it was just an easy way not to be seen. Found a Ghillie blanket on the ground too. He was well-hidden. Wouldn’t have seen him if you weren’t looking for him. Maybe not even then.”

I felt a little better about that.

No man wanted to think he was being unobservant. Least of all someone with my history. And, of course, when I already knew there were targets on our backs.

“Bonnie didn’t say anything on the ride back here?” Fallon asked.

“She was too busy trying not to have a panic attack. Did Courtney say anything?” I asked, looking at Valen.

“Yeah, she filled in some blanks. She said she was surprised to see Bonnie.”

“But she texted—no?” I asked.

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