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“Just need to text my girl, then I’m all yours.” I dig in my bag and pull out my phone to see three missed calls and a text message.

“Shit,” I open the message, and my heart falls.

I’ve got a family emergency taking me out of town tonight. I’ll be gone for a few days. Raincheck on dinner?

Everything ok?

It’s ongoing. I can give you more info when I arrive. Call you later?

You fucking better.

XOXO

“Fuck!” I slam my phone back in my bag and sit up against the ring to wrap my hands.

I need this fight now more than ever. Then I’ll make my way to her place to watch and follow. She’s going nowhere without me. It’ll give me time to figure out how to tell her I’m her mystery biker, and I always will be.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SHOCK

I curseand stomp my way around the bedroom, throwing random articles of clothing into the open suitcase on the bed. It’s mid-summer, and in Reno, that means drier than dirt air, but in New Orleans? Well, I’m going to have to keep my water intake up so I don’t sweat to death.

“Come on, Princess Banana! Since when are you such a prima donna when it comes to fashion?” Nova’s teasing is going to make me snap again.

“Fuck off, Maddox,” I shout back through the closed door.

I insisted on privacy because I wanted a moment alone.

Well, that and the fact that all my little presents from my stalker were in here. They have never felt malicious, which makes me feel like a fucking fool but still. My intuition is screaming it’s something or someone else committing these murders.

Regardless, my family is right. I am the common denominator, and I’m taking myself out of the equation, so hopefully, no one else dies.

I slam the suitcase close and drop it on my floor.

“Ready,” I call as I open the door to find them both blocking my way.

“Noisy much?” I roll the heavy case over Nova’s toes and elbow Mayhem in the ribs to let me out.

“Trying to hear if you were bringing Mr Buzzy.” I groan at their childish laughter.

“It is perfectly healthy for a single woman like me to relieve herself.” The laughter increases as I stop by the closet and grab my jacket.

As they continue to be juvenile about my vibrator collection, I open the secret panel I had installed and take out my holster and two S&P specials.

A whistle as I shrug the holster on makes me look up from buckling it under my breast.

“Nice guns,” Nova winks at me.

I’m standing in dark wash jeans, shit-kickers, and a plain white tank top. I’m sure I look like Lara Croft with this holster on. I bring up my arm and curl my bicep, kissing it while I flex.

“Bigger than yours.” I blow a kiss his way while Mayhem chuckles.

“That’s enough, you two. Let’s hit the road. I’m already in mourning for my ass and balls.” Mayhem adjusts himself, and I laugh.

I love road trips, but even I have to admit that two days of riding is a lot.

“Ugh, where are we stopping along the way?” I put my guns in the holster and throw the leather jacket with my MSMC Reno rockers over the holster.

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