Cal nodded. “Anything happens to us, Volt and Turk know where these assholes live, work, and spend their free time. They know not to double-cross us.”
Blood looked at Punc. “The way Turk put it, we’re bringing these country boys a gift.”
“And it might give them a fighting chance at getting their sister clean,” Cal added.
“What about this car?” Punc asked.
“After I take you and Blood back to the cabin for your bikes, we’re going to a bar Frank’s known to frequent. They don’t have any outside cameras in the back, and Razor’s in his truck waiting for me nearby.”
Punc nodded. “Are we certain these men aren’t gonna go soft on us? It’s one thing to say you want someone dead. It’s another thing to carry that out and deal with the body.”
Blood sighed. “There’s four of them, and they’re pissed about what happened to their sister. One of them has land out here. He bought chickens before he had the coop fully built, which he admits was stupid on his part, but that’s how he learned there’s feral hogs in the area.”
Punc hesitated a beat. “Hogs aren’t gonna take care of the bones.”
Blood’s teeth gleamed in the faint moonlight when he smiled. “No, but it’s easier to bury bones than a man’s body.”
Cal cleared his throat. “If it makes you rest easier, we can make sure they kill him, but…”
“No, Blood’s right. Turk wouldn’t steer us wrong on something this big.”
Punc rode his bike into the Riot MC compound at eleven-fifty-five and parked in the back. With Frank no longer a threat, and Catalina safe at Muriel’s, Punc decided he and Savannah would spend the night at the clubhouse.
He walked into the common room and froze.
Savannah stood next to a pool table holding on to a cue stick like it was keeping her upright, while her head was tipped back with pure, beautiful laughter.
She’d never looked more gorgeous.
Lisa stood across the table from her with a hand on her hip. “Laugh all you want. I still got time.”
Rage sat at a high-top near the pool table, and he lifted his chin at Punc.
Lisa noticed Rage’s gesture, turned, then turned back to Savannah. “Nowyoucan be distracted because your man’s back.”
Savannah sobered instantly and locked eyes with Punc. “Thank God,” she said on an exhale.
Rage sauntered to Savannah’s side. “I’m thinking you’ll want me to take over your side of this—”
Lisa narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t you dare, Rage. I can beat her fair and square.”
Savannah let Rage take the cue stick while she aimed a sympathetic look at Lisa. “I’m not kidding. Dad used me to con people any which way he could, and I learned how to shoot pool as soon as I was tall enough to hold a cue stick over the table. If it weren’t for Beast mixing the best batch of sangria I’ve ever tasted, we’d have finished this fifteen minutes ago.”
Lisa pointed a finger at Savannah. “I’m getting a rematch when you’re sober. One on one.”
Savannah turned her hands up. “If you insist. Thanks for making me laugh, Lisa. You’re a hoot.”
Punc waited at the corner of the bar for Savannah to walk to him. He would have gone to her, but he wanted to see if she was still as tipsy as Lisa mentioned.
She walked to him in a straight line while shaking her head. “If you’re trying to see if I’m drunk, the sangria wore off over an hour ago.”
Punc glanced behind the bar then aimed a grin at his woman. “Still half a pitcher left. We can split it because we’re staying here tonight.”
She turned her head a fraction. “Is everything…handled?”
“Definitely, and I wouldn’t mind a drink before I hit the sack.”
“And you’re down with sangria?”
