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"San Antonio." Phantom's voice shifts slightly. "That's our territory."
"Exactly. Which is why you should lead the main assault. It's your state. Your operation."
He's quiet for another moment. "And if Runes starts shit?"
"He won't. This is too important."
"For his sake, I hope you're right." Phantom sighs. "All right, they can come here. But Bravos—I'm doing this for the club. For you. Not for him."
"I know."
"I'll be there in two days. We'll finalize the plan then." He pauses. "And the girl? Is she going to be there?"
My chest tightens. "I don't know yet."
"But you want her safe. Away from the fighting."
"Yeah."
"Smart. Last thing we need is civilians caught in the crossfire." Another pause. "You care about her."
It's not a question.
"Yeah," I admit. "I do."
"Figured. You've been different since you got to Florida. Softer. Not a bad thing—just different." Hisvoice gentles slightly. "But Bravos? Don't let that cloud your judgment. Men are going to die next week. We can't afford distractions."
"She's not a distraction."
"Then what is she?"
Everything, I think. But I don't say it out loud.
"She's—I don't know. Something I didn't know I was looking for."
Phantom's quiet for a moment. "You planning on staying a Nomad? Or is this girl going to change that?"
The question I've been avoiding.
"I don't know," I say honestly. "Haven't figured that part out yet."
"Well, figure it out soon. Because I need to know if I still have a Nomad or if I'm losing you to Florida."
"Texas," I correct. "She's in Texas."
"Mmm. Doesn't matter where she is. Question is where you're going to be." He sighs. "We'll talk about it after Los Coyotes is handled. For now, focus on surviving the next week."
"Yeah. Will do."
"See you in two days, brother."
He hangs up.
I stand there in the Florida heat, phone in my hand, wondering how everything got so complicated so fast.
A week ago, I was just a Nomad.
No attachments. No complications.
