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She unlocks the door and pokes her head out, then waves me to follow.

Everything in me tells me to find a patched member, but she’s already cutting through the kitchen. When I enter, it's empty, and I suppose Mama Pearl is still in the main room with the boys.

Molly cracks open the back door. “Come on. It’ll only take a second.”

I follow her out, clutching my phone in my hand, pulling Player up on speed dial, ready to press call if this is some kind of trick.

I see her little car against the back fence near the dumpster, and she moves to it, going to the trunk and popping it open. “It’s this big box. Get that end and help me.”

There’s something covered with a black plastic sheet, but I can’t see if it’s a box or not. With my phone against my thigh in one hand, I reach in to lift the cover with my other, and a jolt of electricity shoots into my thigh. My body shakes, and I’m unable to control any movement, but my eyes see the projectile embedded in my skin and the wires leading to the taser is Molly’s hand.

I feel instant, uncontrollable muscle contractions and a complete loss of coordination.

My muscles seize, contracting rapidly and locking up; the feeling of a severe cramp hits me.

I’m completely incapacitated, losing voluntary control of my body, and I collapse forward into the trunk.

I’m disorientated and confused.

It all happened so fast.

My legs are lifted into the trunk, and Molly grabs a cloth from the corner of the trunk, tips a plastic bottle onto it and lays it over my mouth and nose. I’m unable to move away from it, and when I take in a breath, I smell the chemical.

Molly’s smiling face is the last thing I see before she slams the trunk closed, and I’m in total darkness.

Unable to move, I lay in a heap, drooling on the plastic sheeting.

Player. Help me. The words scream through my brain, but all I can do is moan.

I feel the motor start, and then the car is rocking as it pulls away. My body is flung around as Molly peels out of the clubhouse parking lot, hitting the pavement and speeding away.

My heart is racing.

Where is she taking me?

Am I going to die?

I was so stupid to follow her.

The chemical is dragging me under, and soon I lose consciousness.

Chapter twenty-seven

Player

I’m standing in front of the clubhouse, smoking a cigarette with Cruz talking my ear off when a car darts out from the back and roars across the gravel, peeling onto the road.

“Who the fuck was that?” I snarl, flinging my smoke.

“Looked like Molly’s car,” Cruz replies. “Doesn’t she drive a little car that color?”

I should know because I was with her for a few months, but hell if I remember her damn car. “What the fuck was she doing here? I thought everybody was on lockdown before we arrived?”

“I don’t know.”

“Get the damn prospects out here,” I snap.

A minute later Cruz returns with Sleaze, Billy Jack, and Booze.