Page 121 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

Gage catches my arm and pulls down the neck of my shirt, exposing the wound I got from the bullet. “This needs to be cleaned,” he says, and his voice is still rough with anger.

When I look up into his green eyes, they’re simmering with fury, but he seems to be holding it together okay.

“I know,” I tell him. “I’ll get to it.”

“That’s the only place you’re hurt?” He was there when Priest checked me over, but I can tell he needs to hear it again.

“Yeah. I’m okay, really. Just worried about what all this means.”

Gage nods and sighs again. “I wish we had answers. Evenonefucking answer would be great. There’s too much going on for there to be this many loose ends, and we don’t even know where this one is coming from.”

That’s exactly what’s making my stomach churn with anxiety.

It’s unknown, and it feels out of the blue.

Everything feels like it’s hanging on a knife’s edge, and there are players lurking in the shadows that I can’t even see.

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