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“Nash?”

No response. Her heart was racing so hard she could feel it in her eardrums. She paced around the room and inched closer toward the front window. She peeked through the blinds but couldn’t see anyone. About four houses down, she saw five motorcycles lined up at the curb.Shit!

“Nash!” she whispered, but again, no response. She peered down at her phone. The minutes were playing meaning he hadn’t hung up.Where is he?

“Yeah?”

She jerked her gaze to the roof of the porch. It was Gent’s voice she heard, but it had been muffled. She unlatched the window cracking it open an inch and leaned closer.

“Brother,” Gent chuckled. “Are you shitting me? This has got nothing to do with you.”

Charley leaned closer. She didn’t hear anyone else, so he must’ve been talking on the phone.

“Our business brother, not yours so…”

More silence. Charley pressed the phone to her ear, waiting.

“Alright, then you can expect to hear from Ace.” Gent scoffed. “Ah, fuck.”

She glanced down at the walkway in front of the house. Two men with cuts were walking to the sidewalk.

“Baby girl!” Gent shouted, and she dropped to the floor under the window. “Looks like you got some friends in high places.”

Do I?

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Nash slammed the second phone down on the desk. His mind was racing with a million thoughts. Informant? Killcreek at her door? A drug dealer going after her? Two days ago, none of it would’ve made sense. Now with all the information he’d gotten, the pieces of the puzzle were starting to form.

A knock on the door had Nash jerking his head. It opened slightly, and Ridge poked his head in.

“Oz wants to see you.” He lowered his voice. “He’s got Trey and Rogue in his office.”

Fuck!

“Tell him I had an emergency with one of the transports, and I should be back shortly.”

“Do you need me to come along?” Ridge asked.

“No,” he snapped. The least amount of people involved was safer for Charley.

Ridge lowered his chin, closed the door, and Nash lifted the phone to his ear.

“I’m coming to get you now. What’s the address?”

“Twenty-four Beckett court. It’s blue with white shutters, and um, it has a big porch with a swing.”

Nash scribbled down the address. “Hold tight. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Until then you stay exactly where you are. You don’t move. And under no circumstances do you leave. Understand?”

When she didn’t answer, he growled. “Charley!”

“Yes.” Her voice was so small and shaky.

“I’m coming for you, okay?”

“Can you hurry?”

Her voice was laced in fear, and he clenched his fists. It was imperative he stayed calm for the both of them.

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