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Her face turned from blushing pink to pale white. “No. What makes you think I do?”
I knew a liar when I saw one, and I knew real fear more than anything else. That girl was lying,
and she was afraid. Why would she be afraid of my asking a simple question like if she spoke
Russian? Why would she lie about it?
Stepping back, I let go of the door. “Finish your shower quickly. We have a long talk ahead of us.”
She locked the door, and water ran in the background. I waited for a minute, my head swirling. I
thought finding a girl would have been the hardest part of the job. Now that we found her, I realized that might have been the easiest part.Thisgirl was trouble and hiding a lot. Before I went on with business, I had to know what I was working with, who she was, what she was hiding from and all her
dirty secrets.
Or else my head and the Wicked Warriors’ would be at risk.
I put on a shirt and my cut and went downstairs. The party was going, loud and wild as always. I
told all the patched members and the rest of the prospects to pay extra attention tonight and guard the clubhouse gates with their lives. The girl was devious, and I wouldn’t let her escape at all costs.
Racer was gulping on his beer, a deep frown hooking his brows together. I went over to him.
“What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer.
“You still not on board?”
“It doesn’t matter. Y’all are.”
I tapped the counter, and one of the girls working tonight served me a beer with a grin and a
generous view of her tits.Not tonight, sweetie. I took a swig of the cold one. “Where’s your boy?”
“In a room somewhere…with his laptop. He said you put him up to something.”
“Yep. And if he comes through and what I’m suspecting is true, Cookie will be a fucking hero, and
you won’t just be on fucking board, you’ll kiss me, too. On the mouth.”
“There’s nothing in the whole fucking world that will make me kiss you on the mouth.”
I slugged him on the back, cracking a laugh.
“Just for the kicks, what are yoususpecting?”
“You’ll know in time, babe.” I took my bottle and went looking for Cookie.
“Prez!” Cottonmouth yelled over the heavy metal music, slouching off the couch, leaving the two
girls with their tits out already on each side of him. “Forgot to tell you something.”
He reached me and leaned in so only I could hear him. “Chicago told me something that might
make the job a little harder, but Cookie can fix it with his magic.”
