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Ghost had two choices—he could chase the motorcycle or stay with Angel. A few days ago, there wouldn't have been a decision. Information mattered. Threats got eliminated. A man running from a scene usually had a damn good reason for running. Ghost would've been through the barn doors before the motorcycle reached the road. Instead, he looked at Angel. She stood in the middle of the barn staring at Crow like he'd just ripped her entire childhood apart. Her mother hadn't left—she died, and apparently she'd written the ledger half the fucking world was willing to kill for. Ghost didn't move.
“Mayhem!” Monster shouted.
“On it,” Mayhem growled. Mayhem and Riot ran outside, and seconds later, an engine started, followed by another. Ghost stayed exactly where he was, and Jackhammer did too. Their eyes met across the barn, but neither of them said anything. They didn't have to. Hammer stayed too because he knew that Angel came first. That realization settled inside Ghost with surprising ease. He'd spent years believing attachment made a man weak. Maybe he'd been wrong, because right now, there wasn't a fucking thing Ghost wouldn't do to keep the woman standing ten feet away from him safe. That didn't feel weak; it felt dangerous.
Angel took another step toward Crow. “My mother wrote the ledger?”
Crow was pale from blood loss. Drifter had cut his shirt away and was working on his shoulder. “Angel—”
“Answer me,” she ordered. Crow looked at Razor, and Razor smiled. Ghost wanted to knock his teeth down his throat.
Crow sighed. “Yes, she wrote the ledger.”
Angel shook her head. “No, that can’t be right.”
“Her name was Elena,” Crow said.
“I know my mother's name,” she spat.
“Then you know she handled the books for the club,” Crow said.
“My mother kept the legitimate books,” she insisted. Crow didn't answer, and Angel's expression changed. “Oh, my God.”
“She handled all of the accounts,” Razor said. “Even the fake ones.”
Ghost pointed his gun at him. “She didn't ask you.”
Razor's gaze shifted to Ghost. “You really don't like me, do you?”
“Nope,” he breathed.
Razor almost looked offended. “You don't even know me.”
“I know you put a kill order on Angel,” Ghost said.
Razor shrugged, and Ghost stepped forward. Monster put a hand against his chest. “Not yet.” Ghost looked down at the hand, and Monster removed it. “Appreciate the restraint,” Monster said.
“It’s running low,” Ghost warned.
“I noticed,” Monster said.
Angel barely seemed aware of them as she stared at Crow. “Why would my mother keep records of illegal club business?”
“She didn't at first,” Crow said.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
Crow grimaced as Bones tightened a bandage. “It started as insurance.”
“Against who?” she asked.
“Everybody,” he breathed.
Angel crossed her arms over her chest. “That's not an answer.”
“Your mother wasn't stupid, Lina,” he said.
“Stop calling me that,” she hissed.
