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”Do they know you’re here?” He asked me.

“I don’t know.”

He nodded briefly. “Come with me.”

I could run. After all, I didn’t know the guy that well, just his reputation for brutality. He was an Outlaw, a guy who could easily turn me in. I broke the same vow he had made, and he took me for someone who followed rules.

I didn’t run. I followed him away from the town centre and down an alleyway behind an abandoned cafe. Thealley stank to high heavens and I almost threw up from the stench but I hadn’t eaten in a day or two, so all that’d come up would be Jack and I’d rather not waste that.

Wolf stood with his back to the wall, his eyes on the street behind me. I turned to the side, keeping an eye behind me too, while also on him. My heart rate was through the roof, blood rushing through my veins so that I could scarcely hear.

“Why did you come back?” he asked me.

“I want it over with.”

”You know what they’ll do to you if they catch you.”

”I can’t run forever, Wolf.”

He nodded quickly. “Tell me. Come to the clubhouse tonight and tell me what happened, your motivation and I’ll help you if I can.”

I frowned. Wolf wasn’t known for his candor; he was a brutal, take no shit guy.

“Look, I have a lot of respect for Bear, and I will do what I can for his big brother. I know being an Outlaw can be hard, but I don’t like that you have so many after you. There has to be a reason, you don’t seem the type to fuck around.”

I nodded. “You’re still with the Rebels?”

He nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“Make sure no one else is there tonight,” I said. “I don’t want them getting hurt if I’m followed.”

Wolf nodded. “Come at midnight. It’ll be dead then.”

I nodded and watched as he left the alley first and disappeared. Tonight was a Tuesday, the club was always quiet save for Monday, Friday and the weekends. It could be a trap. I could be walking to my death tonight, but either way, it would be over with soon enough.

I closed my eyes momentarily before leaving the alley myself and heading back to my bike. The shop was busy, and I wondered just how much had changed in Kilkenny while I’d been gone.

Shae

The cafe had been a monster to deal with. You’d think after working close by for the last few months they would be used to me coming in, but noooo, every time I get questioned, the eyes that told me they didn’t want me in their cafe. If the coffee hadn’t been so damn good, I wouldn’t bother.

“You good?” Bear asked me as I came around the corner to start working on the car that had come in for a service.

“Yeah.”

”I’m heading back to the club for the rest of the day,” he said. “Shona’s not well. Will you be good here?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I got Fury and Joshua here with me. I’m good.”

He nodded and headed out the door without so much as another word. He was a man of little words, except for when it came to his woman, Orla. I wondered how someone as fun and flirty as Orla landed a man like Bear. He was quite literally a bear sometimes, but he was also the brother of the only man I had ever seen myself with long term.

I kicked myself for the thoughts of Dempsey again.

Fuck.

He left, Shae, he didn’t want you.

The nagging voice in the back of my mind was back. I hated that bitch. She could go to hell.