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Tracey had a gun pointed at her before the last word left her mouth. “Fuck your roommate. I don’t need an introduction now. Wanna know why? Because you’re right, I played the long game, and now it’s paying off in spades. I’ve got an ol’ lady, and that will get me more than an introduction. That gives me power.”

“I’m not an ol’ lady,” Andy squeaked out carefully, so she didn’t get shot.

“That bastard was fucking you in that alley. Both of you screaming like banshees. I may not know much about biker gangs, but I know they don’t fuck whores on their bikes. So, now, you’re going to call that man of yours and get him over here.”

Information was flooding her brain. Andy had to slow her breathing and thoughts to figure a way out of this.Tracey was in the alley?

“You shot Thunder.” Her voice held a combination of rage and disbelief.

“Yeah, well, shit happens. Maybe if they stayed out of my business, I would’ve stayed out of theirs. It’s too late for that now.”

Andy was reeling. What kind of business was Tracey in that the Phantoms had any connection to?

“Now, be a good little bitch and call that man of yours and get him over here.”

“You fucking shot him, you crazy cunt. He can’t very well just pop over.” She had to stall until Styx could show up. Then maybe they could work together or something. Andy wasn’t good under pressure. The cage was fine, she planned ahead of time and got in that perfect mental space, but a gun in the face? She was surprised, and now she was also rattled.

“He’s not fatal. I heard the cavalry ride in on their steel horses before I left. Heard you talking to him and him talking back. He can take one of their cars, don’t give a shit how, just get him here.”

Andy pulled her phone from her pocket and punched Granite’s number instead.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Thunder, honey?”

“Andy, you in trouble?”

“Of course.”

“Speaker. Now!” Tracey ground out and came closer, placing the gun against her stomach.

“Hey, babe. I’m busy so I’m gonna put you on speaker and set my phone down.” She punched the button and held the phone away from her face but tilted so Tracey could hear better but not see the screen.

“No problem, sweetheart. Are you almost done with your client?”

“She was a no-show. I’m just cleaning up sinceshewas myone… and only appointment on the schedule. I was hoping you could come by and well, I know you’re not one hundred percent, but I kinda have the fantasy about fucking around on my chair. What do you say? Come on down to Horns and get lucky?” Andy tried to put space and emphasis on the wordssheandonewithout being obvious. She’d have no way of knowing if she were successful or not.

“Fuck yeah, babe. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Cool. I’ll call Styx and tell her not to come, that you got me.” She hoped he knew to warn her or call her off. “Make it ten and I’ll be naked and waiting. I’ll leave the back door unlocked.”

“Deal. Leaving the door unlocked sounds unsafe. Be careful.” She understood what Granite meant. Be safe and let him handle it.

Andy pocketed her phone. “Now what?”

Before Tracey could answer, pipes cut through the night. It was too late, Styx was almost there.

Tracey grabbed her own phone and made a call. “Bob, intercept the dyke on the bike. Disarm her and get her in here.”

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THUNDER

Granite stormed through the clubhouse barking orders.

“Blast, Taps. Get the shield packed and ready. We roll in five.”The shield?Shit, if Granite was rolling out their armored SUV, something was going down. Too bad he couldn’t be a part of it. He could use the distraction and the outlet.

“On it, Prez,” both brothers answered before they strode away.

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