“The thing you came after, they seem to want. That would be what’s keeping your brother alive.” Reaching toward her, she brings a chuckle out when she bats me away.
Haven’s starting to let me see other emotions. I think I like it when she’s annoyed. She’s cute.
“We’re going to get him tonight, right?” Resuming the movement, she bites the inside of her cheek.
“You’re going to be our little getaway driver, I think.” That’ll be the safest position for her. I won’t have her near those assholes. “You have a vehicle, don’t you?”
Her mouth pinches, and she nods. “It’s not near here. I parked and walked through the woods.”
I love it when she’s honest with me.
“I’ll give you a ride to pick it up, then. Ever rode a bike?” Lifting a brow, I hope she says no. The first time is always the most amusing. She’d cling against me in and—
“Paulie’s taken me on rides before.” She grimaces. “Before he got mixed up with those guys.”
Damn.
“Finish up, and we can get some food. Do me a favor and act normal. Don’t act like a spy. As far as Judge knows, I let you leave.” My eyes drift away when she frowns. “We made our deal, yeah? I need you here for that to happen.”
Expecting her to put up a fight for being treated like some prisoner, I’m relieved when she nods.
It’ll stress her that we have to avoid suspicions all day, but I’ll keep her entertained for as long as I can.
While I’m at it, I’ll show her all the fun things to do at the clubhouse. If she enjoys herself, she might want to hang around even after she’s got what she’s come for.
Only a fool in my shoes can hope.
* * *
“You can’t be fucking serious.” Warden stares at her van. “You expect us all to fit in this? I want to ride.”
I can’t hide my grimace. “Best way to go under their radar. Our bikes will give us away. This thing’s quiet. I had to double-check she was still behind me.”
Hammer says nothing, shoving weapons into the trunk already full of her stuff. I appreciate his silence.
“She knows the way, so let’s get this over with.” I motion to the van. “Get in.”
Loading up doesn’t take long. She’s tense, knuckles white on the wheel. One deep breath, then she shifts into gear.
It’s almost funny, sitting together like this with the radio playing. Shame I’m the only one smiling.
“You went directly to their clubhouse?” Warden leans forward. “Tell me you’re not taking us there. Three of us isn’t enough.”
She frowns as we hit the highway. “They told me to take her to the docks, so that’s where we’re going. I’ve never been there, personally.”
Warden groans, softly asking Hammer what the hell they’re getting themselves into.
“Thank you both,” she lets out mid-grumble. “Neither of you knows me, but you’re willing to risk your lives. I know it’s not a lot, but I’ll never be able to pay you back for what you’re doing.”
I want to tease her, ask her for some of that appreciation to be pointed in my direction. When I see the worry in her eyes, I bite my tongue.
She’s the kind of person who would blame herself for their death or injury, I bet.
“Who are we looking for?” Hammer finally speaks, clearing his throat. “Your sibling, tell me about them.”
She does, easily. Starting with giving off his appearance, to his tattoos, and the last clothes she remembers seeing him in.
“He’s all I’ve got.” Her lips press together, and her brows furrow. “But if he’s in a state that isn’t… survivable… could you guys—I mean, you know…”
