I send the text:My office. Now. Important.
She arrives ten minutes later, still wearing the same clothes from this morning. Her eyes are red like she’s been crying, but her jaw is set. Ready for a fight.
“What?” she asks, crossing her arms.
I don’t soften it. Can’t. “You’re going to the safe house. Ghost is taking you. You leave tonight.”
Her eyes widen. “No.”
“It’s not a discussion.”
“Like hell it’s not.” She steps closer to the desk. “I’m not running. I’m staying here to fight for my club.”
“This is your club. And your club needs you alive.”
“My club needs every fighter it can get. I can shoot. I can fight. I’m staying.”
“Bonnie—”
“No, Ash. I’m not leaving.” Her voice rises. “You don’t get to ship me off like I’m some damsel who can’t handle a war. I’ve been part of this club my entire life. I’m not abandoning it now.”
“You’re pregnant.”
“I’m aware!”
“Then act like it!” I slam my hand on the desk. “You’re carrying a baby. You’re a target. Marcus wants you. Mona betrayed us. If Savage Legion attacks this compound, you will die. And I’m not letting that happen.”
“You don’t get to make that choice for me.”
“Yes, I do. I’m your husband. I’m the president. And I’m telling you—you’re going to that safe house if I have to drag you there myself.”
She opens her mouth to argue.
Ghost stands. “Bonnie.”
Just her name. That’s all he says.
She turns to look at him. Something passes between them—silent communication I can’t read.
“You need to go,” Ghost says quietly.
Her shoulders slump. The fight drains out of her.
“Fine,” she whispers. “I’ll go.”
Just like that. No more arguing. No more protesting.
Ghost said her name, and she folded.
I watch this happen and don’t know what to feel. But there’s jealousy. Sharp and bitter. She listens to him. In a way she doesn’t listen to me or Titan.
Is it because he’s the biological father? Because somewhere deep down, she’s bonded to him differently than the rest of us? Or is it something else? Something about Ghost specifically that makes her trust him more?
I don’t have time to figure it out.
“Pack light,” I tell her. “Only essentials. Ghost will handle the rest.”
She nods and leaves without another word.
