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“You can call your brother from my place. Right now, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be near LTMC property. Jace probably already knows the location, and you being there is just inviting trouble.”
“You’re right,” she agrees. “I’m not ready to tell him everything yet, anyway.”
“I’m not sure you can keep your secrets for much longer, sweetheart. Not now that a club brother is dead.”
Roxie drops her head and stares at the ground. “Saint didn’t deserve this.”
“No, he didn’t. But again, it’s not your fault.” I put two fingers under her chin and force her to look me in the eyes. “He won’t get away with this, I promise.”
After a few seconds, she nods, and I lower my arm. Taking my cell out of my cut, I pull up the texting app.
Me: Meet me at the clubhouse, bring Addi, 911
Almost immediately, my phone pings with a response.
Crow: Done. Church?
Me: Definitely
I return my phone to my pocket. “C’mon, Roxie,” I say, pulling her attention away from Saint.
“I don’t want to leave him,” she says, sniffling back tears.
“We don’t have a choice. We have to go.”
Squaring her shoulders, she turns on her heel and walks to her bike. I follow, and the ride to the clubhouse seems to take an eternity. As soon as she and I step inside, Crow and Addison, his old lady, are there to greet us.
Crow looks down at my hands, and his expression hardens when he sees the blood. “What the fuck happened?”
I glance down. “It’s not mine.”
“Whose is it?” Addison asks.
“It’s Saint’s,” Roxie replies stoically before I can. “H-he’s dead.”
“Hey, Ember!” Crow shouts to Ghost’s old lady. “Take Roxie and help her get cleaned up.”
Ember rushes across the room and smiles at Roxie. “Hi. How ‘bout we find you some clean clothes, hmm?”
“Um…” She glances at me as if to ask permission, and when I nod, she continues. “Yeah, okay. But I, um, need to call my brother.”
“Let Ember help you first,” Crow states, his tone calm. “Then you can call Shuffle.”
Ember puts her arm around Roxie and leads her out of the main area. As soon as they’re out of sight, I let my rage take over.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” I snarl.
“Kill who?” my president asks.
“Her fiancé.”
Crow sighs. “I have a feeling you’ve got a lot to catch us up on. C’mon, we’ll talk in church.” When I don’t follow him, he glances over his shoulder. “She’ll be fine, Screamer. Ember’s got her.”
Forcing myself to regulate my breathing and erratic heartbeat, I jerk a nod.
“She better be.”
CHAPTER 19
