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“Yeah and look where that got me.”

“You did it for Bella as much as for Shelby,” Zig says.

I drag a hand through my hair. “Bella. If that asshole finds out about her—”

“Then we make sure he doesn’t.”

“Yeah.”

“Hang on a second.” Zig wanders out of the room, then returns with two bottles of beer from the fridge and holds one out to me. “Let’s go sit on the terrace and figure this out.”

“She’s gone. What’s to figure out?”

“And you know where she is. We’ll handle the DKs and Carson, then you’ll get her back. Easy peasy.” He takes a long sip of his beer, then grins. “Of course, she lost all faith in you, but that’s a problem for another day.”

“Asshole.”

He extends his hand and pulls me to my feet. “Yeah, but you put up with me.”

I put my arm around his shoulders and lean on him. “If I had it in me right now, VP, I’d punch you in the face.”

He takes my weight, steering me out of the room. “Come on, brother. You can punch me later.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Turning Around

Shelby—

I’m about ten miles outside of Las Cruces when I glance down and see my gas gauge is on empty. “Dammit.”

“What’s wrong, Mommy?” Bella asks from her car seat in the back.

“Nothing, honey. We just need to make a quick stop.” It’s two more miles before I find a gas station and flick on my blinker.

Pulling to a pump, I shut the car off and climb out. I’ve got the nozzle in the gas tank and am watching the total scroll by when the customer behind me returns his nozzle to the pump, drawing my attention.

“Mr. Sanchez?” I say, frowning.

When he turns at his name, he grins. “Miss Shelby, what a surprise. How are you?”

“I’m good. Thank you for inviting me to your daughter’s wedding. It was beautiful, and I had such a good time.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was a nice time. My brother-in-law flew in from Albuquerque. He and his wife are still in town visiting with my wife.” He grins. “Her family doesn’t visit often, but of all of them, he is my favorite.”

“That’s nice.” The sun is sinking below the horizon, and the sky is an azure blue with purple streaks. By the time we get toCloudcroft, it will be late. I hang up the nozzle and screw my gas cap on when the roar of motorcycles carries to me.

Eduardo and I both turn to look down the highway.

“Is that Rio?” he asks.

There are six of them, and they don’t even slow down. When they pass, I spot the patches on their backs. “Devil Kings,” I murmur, sucking in a breath.

Eduardo turns to me. “Those are the ones Rio said to look out for, yes?”

“Yes. I’ve got to go. I’ve got to warn him.”

“Be careful, Miss Shelby,” he replies, pulling out his phone.

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