I let out one slow breath.
“One of mine,” I say over my shoulder. “You’re good.”
Ruby’s voice comes out thin. “Okay.”
I unlock the door.
Ace steps inside like he owns the air around him. Big. Broad. Calm in that way that only makes a man look more dangerous. He’s wearing his cut, Damned Saints patch sitting heavy on his chest like a warning. His eyes sweep the room once, quick and thorough.
Ruby’s gaze catches on the patch.
Ace sees it and reins his voice in. “Ma’am.”
She flinches at that anyway.
His attention cuts back to me. “Truck’s here.”
“Anyone follow?”
“Clean.”
Ruby’s voice cracks. “A truck?”
I turn slightly, keeping my tone even. “Ace rides with us. He’s moving us. This place was never long-term.”
Her gaze flicks to him, then back to me. “Move us where?”
“My place,” I say. “Lovestone Ridge.”
Her grip tightens on the blanket. “Why?”
“Because it’s mine,” I tell her. “And because it’s safer.”
Ace’s mouth tightens. “Prez wants you off this grid.”
Ruby’s eyes dart. “Prez.”
“Havoc,” I say. “Club president.”
Her mouth opens, then closes again. Overwhelmed is written all over her face.
Ace jerks his chin once. “I used to run extractions for the Navy. Getting people out alive’s still a skill.”
Ruby blinks at him like she doesn’t know what to do with a man who says something like that so casually.
“You’re safe with him,” I say. “Best extractor I know.”
Her breathing shakes. “What about the other girl?”
Ace’s eyes flick to me.
I answer before he can. “Tank got to her. He pulled her out.”
Ruby’s shoulders drop, just a little. Relief flashes across her face so quickly it almost hurts to look at.
Ace checks his watch. “Two minutes. We roll quiet.”
Ruby nods and moves.
