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“No,” I say with no hesitation.
“Okay then, go get ready and meet me out at my bike.”
We part ways in the main area, and I head to the bunk room and change. Once I’m done, I make my way outside. I spot his bike immediately, but he’s nowhere to be found.
Looking up, I scan the yard and see him down by the gate.
“What in the world?” I mutter as I watch him yell at a woman.
Ava.
Of course, because when it rains, it freaking pours.
As I watch him go off on her, I contemplate my next move. Do I go to him, or do I stay here and wait? Before I can make up my mind, Calloway comes stomping toward me with a scowl on his face. Whatever she said sure as hell pissed him off.
“Everything okay?”
Calloway ignores my question and cups my face. He leans down and kisses me softly. I can’t help but lean into his touch as I fist his T-shirt in my hands.
All too soon, he pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. “Everything is good. You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“All right. Let’s roll out.”
PANTHER
The longer we ride, the more relaxed my little Magpie becomes. I do too, if I’m being honest.
When I found her earlier, pinned and looking terrified, my heart dropped. I didn’t think twice as I pulled my gun on Adlet. I wanted to shoot him right then and there, but I knew I couldn’t. His club is like a fucking cockroach. Take out one, and another will pop up. No, we need to exterminate the entire club, and to do that, we need time. Time and planning.
We need help from someone on the inside, and I only hope that Asher is willing to do that.
I fucking hope he isn’t playing us.
I just need to get him on the phone again. To do that again, I need his sister’s help. Hopefully she will take one look at Maggie and have some compassion for what she’s been through.
I hate playing her like that, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Slowing down, I come to a stop in front of her house. Maggie pulls back and groans.
“You okay?” I ask as she gets off.
“Yeah, my ass is just a little numb,” she says, making me chuckle.
“The longer you ride, the more used to it you’ll become,” I tell her as I get off.
After placing our helmets on the bike, we head up the driveway to the front door.
“This place is cute,” she says quietly.
“Ready?” I ask as we come to a stop in front of the door.
Maggie reaches out and knocks.
“Go away!” Ashley calls from inside.
“Ashley, can you please answer the door? We really need to talk to you,” I call out, trying to sound friendly.
