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I wanted to believe him, badly, which only strengthened my resolvenotto believe him. “We should probably head back to your clubhouse.”
“So you can get the fuck away from me?”
“I think that’s best for everyone.” I grabbed a t-shirt from one of his drawers and tossed it on the bed. “Let’s go.”
“We’re taking my bike.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled.
“Why’d you come back?”
“Ginger stopped me, and I was talking to her when the lights went out. Heard the glass break and figured you needed my help. I was right.”
He snorted a laugh. “Thanks for coming back. You didn’t have to.”
I nodded once and we left. “I’m going to check on Ginger.”
“I’m fine honey,” she called out from the other side of the door. “How’s Terrence?”
“I’m fine, Ginger.”
There was a beat of silence before she spoke. “How is he really?”
“Mostly fine, but a little banged up.”
“Keep her, Terrence. Don’t mess it up,” she called out loudly.
I laughed. “You’re all clear, Ginger. We’re leaving.”
“See you around,” she said with a smile in her voice.
I shook my head and walked to his bike for the last time. In a few hours I’d be back where I started.
On my own.
“We’re not done with this conversation,” he said before revving the engine and taking off.
Chapter Twenty-Six
T-Bone
“Stay still or I won’t be responsible for where these stitches end up.” Laura stood in front of me with one hand on her hip, glaring at me.
I glared back. Didn’t the woman get that we had shit to discuss? And more importantly I needed to keep an eye on Faith. She was squirrely as fuck right now and I knew if I didn’t watch her, she’d disappear without me.
“Glare all you want, T-Bone. Talk with your mouth, not your whole damn body.”
I grunted my response, but I stayed still while she disinfected the area, again, and started the stitches.
“Faith is right,” Diesel started once Laura was satisfied she had me under control. “The Ghost Riders are escalating.”
Rocky nodded. “Yeah, they’re desperate which means we need to get to that fuckin’ cabin before they figure it out.”
Faith nodded. “They have Ashley’s electronics and I’m guessing there might be some clue about the cabin on her phone or her laptop.”
“It’s too fucking dangerous,” I growled. “The one thing we know for a fact is that the Ghost Riders are watching us. Going now is too dangerous, for us and whoever’s in there.” That last part was for Faith, who glared at me like I’d betrayed her.
“It’s more dangerous for them in there alone, without backup.”
