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“I’ve got a cabin not too far from here that no one knows about,” Jagger says. “It’s got some supplies and a decent heating system. We had it renovated just last year, so it will be a good place for you and Kyra to stay while we figure out our next steps.”

“We’ll have some club members staying in Wimer and in Sams Valley, but they won’t come anywhere near you unless you press this button,” Diesel adds, giving me a small device. “It’s a GPS tracker with an SOS signal incorporated. You press that thing, and you stay put. We’ll know where to find you.”

“Okay. What about you?” I ask. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Knox shakes his head slowly. “We don’t want you to leave either, but it’s become obvious that we can’t protect you right now, not without putting you in the line of fire. We need to shake off one of our troubles first. Whether that’s the Hughes family or the DEA, I don’t know yet. But one of them has to back off.”

“And Samson?”

“He’s getting stitched up at the hospital as we speak,” Jagger says, going over his text messages. “Paulie’s with him. It was a through and through. Nothing vital hit. He’ll be bedridden for a while, though.”

“Good luck with that part,” Diesel scoffs. “That man has gasoline for blood.”

“I don’t like this,” I sigh deeply.

Jagger kisses my temple, the warm softness of his lips soothing my very soul. “You’re carrying our baby, Robyn, and Kyra’s an innocent. We’ll be close but not close enough to draw any attention to you, and you’ll be out of everybody’s reach. I put the cabin in an old Marine buddy’s name when I bought it.”

“What will you do?” I ask them.

Knox runs a hand through his dark, silver-specked hair. “We need to look into the Calvin and Marlo connection, among other things.”

“We’re also having the whole DEA operation investigated. The drugs were planted, and somebody tipped them off,” Jagger adds. “We’re starting to see some links and unsavory coincidences here, but everything is circumstantial at this point. We need more before we draw up an actual plan.”

“In the meantime, we have to keep you and our family safe,” Diesel says, giving me a tender look. His blue eyes soften every time he glances my way, and I know I’m going to miss him so much, even if it’s only for a few days.

“You’ll come back for me,” I say. “Promise me.”

“We will,” Knox says.

“Don’t do anything stupid or suicidal. Find out what you need to find out, but then you get the authorities involved,” I insist. “No going gung-ho, no vigilante crap, nothing like that, okay?”

“Okay,” Jagger smiles.

“Kyra and I need you all alive. This little guy,” I add, cradling a not yet visible baby bump, “we need you alive and well and free, you hear me?”

Knox comes in for a long embrace and a kiss on the lips. “We’re just getting started, darlin’. I’ll be damned if we’re going to let anybody tear us apart. It’s just safer if you keep your distance for a while.”

“Oh,” I gasp as I pull back, ready to head back to Ellie’s. “What about your lawyer? Is he alive? Last I saw him, he was crouched on the floor, ducking bullets.”

“James Faraday is like a cockroach,” Jagger chuckles softly. “Come the apocalypse, that bastard will survive. There wasn’t a single scratch on the man.”

“Good. You need that kind of guy,” I sigh. “I’m going to walk over to Ellie’s. I know these streets. I can manage and stay out of sight.”

Knox nods once, then points at the device in my hand. “Whatever happens, if you feel unsafe, you press that button, okay? We’ll call first. If you don’t pick up, we’ll know something is up and come to wherever you are, clear?”

“Yeah.”

I give each one last hug and kiss, putting everything I feel into it. Maybe they’ll sense my anguish, my longing to see them again. Maybe it’ll be enough to keep them strong and clear-headed enough to come back to me. All three.

Alive.

And mine.

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Diesel

“Rory.”

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