Page 506 of The Tempted

“I’ll give you your answers,” Jack bit out. “But right now I’m putting this club on lockdown,” he declared, glancing around the room. “Go get your families, anyone you give a damn about and bring them here,” he ordered, turning to Bianci. “That includes you, go get your wife and son,” pointing toward Grace he continued, “And get her other daughter too,” he instructed before turning back to us. “I repeat—anyone you give a damn about.”

I watched as he grabbed his helmet off the bar and started for the door. “Church in an hour,” he called over his shoulder.

“Where are you going?” I called as he opened the door and I followed him before he even uttered his answer.

“To get Reina and Lacey,” he replied.

“You go get Reina, I’ll get Lacey,” I countered, falling into step beside him.

He raised an eyebrow, questioning me and I forced out a sigh in response.

“We going to sit here and argue about this or we going to get the women in your life to safety? Because I tell you brother, something happens to either of them on your watch, you ain’t going to be able to deal with that. Trust me, that shit will be the death of you,” I said.

And fuck, I wasn’t going to sit back and let anything happen to Lace.

I slipped my arms into my cut, checked to see if my gun was loaded before shoving it into the back of my jeans. My eyes met Jack’s, and I swallowed roughly.

“I got your girl,” I assured him.

I got my Lace.

I didn’t wait for him to agree or disagree. I would get her to safety, and no one would stand in my way.

Not Jimmy Gold.

Not even Jack Parrish.

“Thank you,” he said as we straddled our bikes, revved our engines, and kicked our bikes into gear.

No thanks necessary.

I might not be able to save her from myself but I damn well could go on protecting her like I always did.

Like she was my Lace.

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