Page 21 of Halfway to Hell
“Everything’s settled.”
Eros caught the look Texas shot him. “I called Lynx and asked if I could crash at the clubhouse. He mentioned you were here—as in, here at the bar. That’s why I stopped by earlier.” He figured Texas should know he wasn’t flying solo. They had his back.
Tipping back the beer, Texas took a long pull, letting the cold burn soothe the edge that had been creeping up since he left the house.
“Lynx had a lot to say.”
Eros smirked, raising his bottle toward Texas. “I may have... elaborated a bit on how much I actually know.”
Texas smiled at Eros’s comment.
“Sneaky Indian.”
Eros grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. My people have been sneaking up on yours for a long time, moniyaw.” He chuckled, taking another sip of his beer.
“Did Lynx say anything else I should know about?” Texas’s gaze drifted to a small group of riders gathering at the far end of the row of bikes. Keeping one eye on them, he tuned back in to Eros.
Eros slapped Texas on the back, snapping his attention back to the scene. He saw exactly what Texas’s had—another club sizing them up. The entire North Bay Chapter could roll in minutes, but did they really want that kind of heat?
“He said to remind you there’s a scared female waiting on you to get back.”
Between the other club inching closer and the mention of Sunday, Texas was ready to move.
“Finish your beer where we can get to the clubhouse. I still have something to take care of.”
“I’m done.” Eros tossed his bottle into the nearest trash can.
Texas followed suit, then swung his leg over his bike.
“Let’s ride.”
The ride was fast—just how Texas liked it. He needed to dismantle the tools, burn the clothes, and get a shower. All of it felt essential, like shedding a second skin.
Jessikah, Lynx’s old lady, had stayed for a while until Sunday assured her she’d be fine until Texas got back. Now, alone in the quiet house, Sunday found herself wishing the girl was still there.
She cracked open the bedroom door and peered up and down the well-lit hallway. She needed to pee but wasn’t sure if it was safe to go hunting for the lady’s room.
Tiptoeing down the hall, she made it two doors before voices drifted closer. Startled, she spun around and scurried back to her room like a frightened mouse, quietly closing the door behind her.
Just as she was about to peek out again, Texas stepped into the room. “Sunday.”
“I have to pee,” she blurted out, already shifting from foot to foot—the classic pee-pee dance every mother knows. It was kind of ridiculous to think about that now, standing there with her bladder protesting.
Texas hadn’t expected her to be awake when he got back. He dropped the bag, reopened the door, and gestured toward the bathroom.
“I’ll wait right here for you,” he said softly as she slipped inside.
Shit. He still needed to burn the clothes.
The last thing Texas wanted was for her to know what he’d done to Dalton. The more people who knew, the more likely it was he’d get caught. Right now, he was the only one carrying that weight—and he intended to keep it that way.
When she stepped back into the hall, Texas made small talk as they walked toward the room.
“Did you call Monday?”
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she glanced up at him.
“Yes. Jessikah brought me a phone. She’s relieved I’m with you.”
