“Is it true?”she snapped.
“Get outta the way, Tab,” he said low.
Her eyes moved beyond him and she demanded, “Tell me itisn’t true.”
“Darlin’, we’re on this,” her father said.
She took a step back and declared, “Yeah, we are.And I’mridin’ with Shy.”
“Uh, say what?”Boz muttered from behind Snap.
“We don’t have time for this shit,” Snapper hissed.
“We actually don’t, baby.We got work to do,”Shysaid.
“You’re not in this either,” Tack declared.
Shy pivoted on his father-in-law.
“Come again?”he asked.
“You’re here,” Tack decreed.
Were they seriously doing this?
Now?
Rosalie was still at the goddamned hospital.They werekeeping her overnight.
He had asses to kick and a woman to get back to.
“Who’sridin’ isridin’ and who isn’t isstayin’,”Snapper began and turned his head back to Tab, “and you are not riding.”
“Says who?’she asked.
“Says me,” he fired back.
“Excuse me butsheis a sister who put her ass onthe line for the Club andIam the sister who’sgonnago kick their wuss asses in retribution.Ganging up for a beat down on agirl?Weak.Weak and lame,” Tab returned.
“Don’t you got a baby to look after?”Roscoe asked with morecuriosity than refusal, and her narrowed eyes turned to him.
Then she lifted a hand, fingers clenched around a set ofbrass knuckles.Shy’s brass knuckles.Hound got every brother a pair when theyearned their patch.The palm grip had the Chaos emblem etched in and lettersabove each knuckle read one of the words from the Chaos motto: Wind, Fire, Rideor Free.
Shy’s read “Wind.”
Snapper’s said “Ride.”
“Don’t you got a nose I can break?”she asked Roscoe back.
Snapper heard Hound’s grim chuckle.
“Baby, give me my brass,” Shy murmured.
“I’m riding!”she shouted.
“You’re not and Shy’s here but the rest of us are going,”Tack declared.
“Dad!”she yelled.
