Page 30 of Jax
“A favor.”
“Wait…you’re asking for a favor?”
I sighed. “Prez would kick my ass if I actually tried to cash in on one you owe me.”
“It will be our little secret.”
I frowned. “Neither of us keeps secrets from Kane.”
“I know. But it’s so much fun riling him up about the possibility.”
My mouth twisted into a grimace. “First, I don’t want to hear anything about…well, anything between you two. Or Kane’ll put a bullet in my brain just to erase the memory. Second, my punishment for keeping something from him, especially involving his woman, would probably end with losing my patch.”
Savannah chuckled. “Fair enough. What is this favor you need?”
“It’s Lark’s day off, and I am bogged down with club business. Can you round up a couple of old ladies to keep her company?”
Savannah was quiet for a beat, then guessed, “You don’t want her leaving the compound.”
“The clubhouse,” I corrected. I didn’t worry about her asking for details because I’d already mentioned this was about club business, and she knew what that meant.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of her.”
“Thanks.” Relief crept through my chest.
Kane’s comm pinged on the inner channel, so I said goodbye to Savannah and got back to work. “Check-in.”
Nitro: “Outer fence sings. Guard shack has teeth.”
Drift: “Neighborhood quiet. One sedan with fogged windows moved along when I smiled at it.”
Piston: “Transport prepped. Keys on hook two.”
Fury: “My whisperer didn’t know he knew something until I helped him remember. Two out-of-towners asking wrong questions at a bar near the courthouse. Headed west.”
Kane: “Can head anywhere they want, as long as it’s outta town.”
I closed my eyes for a heartbeat, let the comfort of brotherhood settle my bones, then stood. The sun hadn’t fully broken yet. If I moved fast, I could be back before Lark opened her eyes and found the space beside her cold.
On the way to my room, I took a quick detour and crossed the lot to the small concrete shack by the back gate. The prospect on shift straightened when he saw me, eyes wide like I might fail him in a test he didn’t know he was taking.
“You see anyone park for long?” I asked.
“Couple of minutes here and there.” He swallowed. “I took plates. Sent them to Nitro.”
“Good.” I clapped his shoulder. “If a car sits more than three minutes staring at us, you call the number on the board, and you don’t hang up till someone with a patch is breathing in your ear.”
“Yes, sir.”
I turned, boots grinding gravel, and cut back across the yard.
The clubhouse smelled like coffee now. Voices filtered from the kitchen, low and tired. At my door, I paused with my hand on the knob and let my breath smooth. Whatever waited on the other side, I needed to meet her with calm. Not fear. Not the violence brimming inside me, ready to take on any motherfuckers who thought they could get to my woman.
She was still asleep when I stepped inside, curled up in the dent I’d left in the mattress, hair a dark tangle on my pillow, and one bare, sexy leg thrown free of the sheets. My note sat by the lamp where I’d left it. I crossed the room and stood for a long second just looking. The tightness in my chest loosened by inches. The part of me that only shut up when she was close went quiet.
My phone buzzed once.
Drift
