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“Nuh-uh. In this room, I am Kytten. Don’t use our relationship to be disrespectful.”
None of us held our snickers in. Cash had his hands full with her. She wasn’t anything like Rachel. Rachel was a ballbuster, but she knew her place. She never questioned Cash in front of the club.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Cash told her.
“Let’s get back on track,” King said, slapping his hand on the table. “Aspen, do you have any ideas about how the Death Dogs may have found you, or why they would move the whole club as opposed to sending a few men with Pepper to come after you?”
“I don’t. Pepper made it clear I was nothing to him. He didn’t want to marry me any more than I wanted to marry him, but his president ordered him to.”
“What is the possibility this is a coincidence?” I asked.
“If they aren’t looking for Aspen, why move the club?” Blade asked.
“Why move the club at all?” Kytten asked. “Take Aspen out of the picture for a minute. What are the reasons you would move a club? The Death Dogs are not a small club, so why not start a new chapter, like you guys did? If you want to move into an area, why give up the area you already have to get it?”
“She’s got a point, Prez,” Gunner said.
“Sypher, Nav. Dig into Flagstaff; find out if there is a reason they left. We have to have someone down there we can contact.” He slammed the gavel on the table, signaling he was done.
Kytten was talking to Aspen when Cash slipped his arms around her waist and lifted her from the floor.
“Excuse me, Aspen, I need a word with my old lady.”
“Cash—”
“Let’s go,Kytten.”
Aspen smiled as Cash carried Kytten out. “Can we go home now?”
“Yeah, baby girl, we can go home now.”
Chapter Eighteen
Aspen
I didn’t tell them the truth. I didn’t tell them everything I knew. I couldn’t. If he found out, he’d kill me for sure. After he killed my family.
Now it was too late. There was too much going on at the clubhouse for me to even consider telling King what I knew.
I didn’t exactly lie.
I had no idea why Skinner moved the club. But it wasn’t because of me. They didn’t know where I was. They couldn’t. If they did, Pepper would have come. He would have demanded my return, so he could finish what he started.
I was a loose end.
I looked around the empty cabin and sighed. Banshee was outside with Diesel, while I sat in here thinking about everything that had happened over the past two weeks.
After we left church, we came back here. Our bubble. I felt safe here. Like the outside world couldn’t hurt us.
I was wrong.
Amber was missing.
Banshee should have been out helping to find her, but instead, he was here with me.
“Thank God,” Banshee said, his phone to his ear as he stepped back inside with Diesel. The dog ran to me immediately and snuggled against me as I waited for Banshee to hang up and tell me what was going on. “How is she?”
Amber.
