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Petal’s face was bright red, but Dirty had afeeling it might have been because she got hit in the face as well.

“I panicked. He was going to kill you, and we allknow that would not go well. The club would not accept it. We all know they wouldend up doing something stupid, and you’re Colt’s mom, and Rosalie can’t affordto lose another mom. I won’t let that happen.”

Dirty didn’t like this.

“And you think she could lose a best friend?” Kimasked.

Petal opened and closed her mouth. “She’d recoverif she had you and everyone else.”

“No,” Colt said. “Rosalie would never recover.She’s at the clubhouse right now, feeling guilty that she didn’t stop you.”

“I told her to leave. She had to be safe to havethat precious baby.”

Dirty hated this, but then he saw Colt go up toPetal and do something he didn’t think the other man was capable of. He pulledher into his arms and hugged her. “Rosalie wouldn’t survive. She loves you,Petal. I appreciate you trying to save my mom, but your death would have beenequally mourned.”

Kim went to Petal and nudged Warden close, andthen he saw Myth going in for a hug as well. Dirty didn’t hug her.

Several of the guys had already gone off to chasePredator and the others. Raine had told them it was Predator running the show.Fritz had gotten the details on Predator and the man had purchased this houseseveral years ago. He’d paid too much money for it, thinking it was going to bea good investment, and instead it had turned into a nightmare.

From what Fritz could tell, Predator had purchasedthe house without going to view it. He figured it was already a house in goodshape, and he hadn’t read the fine print that the property needed a shit ton ofwork. It would seem Predator wasn’t quite so clever, and this told them that someoneelse was running the show.

Fritz being Fritz, had found the missing clubbrother, Arnold. He was not known for sticking around, and he tended to travel,only making short stops at the clubhouse. He’d been found at a rundown motel,his cock severed from his body, stabbed, shot, and stripped. His leather cuthad been missing, and the only reason they’d been able to identify him wasbecause he had their insignia inked on his back. It was a bad way to go.According to reports, he’d been awake when they took his dick.

Warden was already in the process of claiming thebody. They had lost one of their own, and they hadn’t even known about it. Itwas bad news.

The group pulled away and he watched as Petal,still not crying, nodded, forcing a smile to her lips.

“I hate to be the one to break this … goodfeeling, but can we please get the hell out of here, because this place isstarting to freak me the fuck out?” She wrapped her arms around her body.

Warden started barking orders for several men tolook around. Kim moved to Warden’s bike, ready to ride out of there.

Petal moved to his side and Dirty looked at her.

He was a little taken aback that she had come tohim. “Take me home?”

“Don’t you want to see Rosalie?”

“Not like this. I need to get changed.”

Dirty glanced past Petal to see Myth looking athim, clearly waiting for him to fuck this up. He removed his leather cut andtold her to put it on. Petal didn’t argue with him. She slid her hands into hisleather cut and then climbed onto the back of his bike.

Her hands moved around his waist, and he waitedfor Warden, who climbed on his bike, waited for Kim to get settled, and thenthey were back on the road.

They had been lucky today. Petal and Kim werealive. Fritz had worked quickly, but then, he didn’t have a choice. Time hadbeen of the essence and everyone had been waiting for the news.

Now, it was time for payback. Fritz had been ableto look through old security footage at the Satan’s Death Riders MC, as well asthe church, and they were getting images of the members, along with names. Itwouldn’t be long before they had all the names of the Evil Fuckers MC and couldrid the world of them for good.

Riding behind Warden, they headed back to theclubhouse. Petal didn’t loosen her hold, not once, and he couldn’t help butlove that. It wasn’t long before they made it to the clubhouse, but hecontinued riding, taking her back home to where she wanted to go. No onefollowed or stopped him.

Riding back to her place, he parked his bike andturned off the engine. Without a word, Petal got off the bike and then rushedto her house. He watched her go, seeing her movements be quite jerky, and heknew something was wrong.

Climbing off, he took his keys out of the ignitionand followed her through that door, and he slammed it behind him.

Petal spun around to look at him, and he saw thetears in her eyes. They hadn’t fallen yet.

“Don’t ever … do that again.”

“Do what?”

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