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“You didn’t see him… his eyes… they were so cold and void of anything that looked… human. I know way too much and when I looked back at him, I just knew that he would do whatever he had to do to make sure I didn’t talk.”

Logan sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face. “Did you talk to the police in the hospital?”

“Yes. They sent someone in to take my statement and I told him everything.”

“Good,” he answers with a nod. “I need to go make a phone call then.”

He scoots away from the table, the legs of his chair scraping on the tile as he stands and I startle at the noise, my mind still miles away in that alley as I replay the events of the evening again and again. Logan grabs his phone from his pocket and marches out of the room. He’s in full MC president mode now and knowing that makes me feel a little safer but I know we’re still so far away from me and my little peanut being truly safe.

The three of sit in silence as the front door opens and when he closes it behind him, Ali releases a breath and stands, wiping the tears from her cheeks before she walks behind my chair. Leaning down, she wraps her arms tightly around my body and relief rushes through me despite my body screaming in pain. Carly gets up and kneels next to my chair, looping her arms around the middle of my body as Ali continues hugging my shoulders. My chest aches and a sob bubbles out of me before I can stop it but they just hug me harder.

Chance reaches across the table again and grabs my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve got you, Iz.”

“Damn right, we do,” Ali agrees, nodding into my shoulder. “We’re going to figure this shit out and no one is going to let anything happen to you or your baby.”

God, I hope she’s right.

Chapter Six

Diego

“Don’t miss, princess,” Jumper calls, taunting Gear as he leans over the pool table and lines up his shot. “Or you’re going to owe me one hundred big ones.”

He glances up, shooting Jumper a glare. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Whatever, man. I was just trying to help ya out,” he says, leaning back against the bar stool and shrugging like he’s not intentionally goading his best friend.

“Sure you were, asshole.”

Jumper scoffs. “See, this is the problem with our relationship, bud. I have cute pet names for you like princess and you just call me asshole. Maybe it’s time I go find me someone who’s going to appreciate me.”

“I’d appreciate you shutting the hell up,” Gear fires back and Jumper pretends to act offended as he raises his beer to his lips, fighting back a smile. Ignoring him, Gear lines up his shot again, pulls his pool cue back, and when he tries to strike the white ball, Jumper lets out a shriek. What was a perfect shot curves off to the side and Gear jumps up, slamming his stick on the table.

“Motherfucker!” He stalks around the pool table, coming after Jumper who just sets his beer down on the bar and turns back to him with a smile. Gear locks him in a headlock and Jumper takes out his legs. As the two of them fall to the floor, I roll my eyes and lean back against the bar, watching them wrestle for a second before shaking my head. Gear and Jumper were prospects together so they’ve always been close and since they look damn near identical, I sometimes have to wonder if the fuckers weren’t separated at birth. Lord knows they like to fuck with each other like me and my younger brother, Manuel, used to when we were kids.

My phone rings, rattling across the bar and dragging my attention away from the brawl on the floor as I set my beer down and snatch up my phone. Storm’s name pops up on the screen and I scowl as I glance at my watch.

What the hell is he calling me about at one in the morning?

“Yeah, boss?” I answer and his heavy sigh greets me.

“Hey. You home?”

“Naw,” I answer, raising the bottle of beer to my lips and taking a sip. “I’m over at the clubhouse. Why? What’s up?”

“You okay to drive?” he asks and I pause, my brows knitting together as I set my beer down on the bar. Something is definitely off for him to be calling me this late at night and when you add in the obvious stress rolling off of him, even through the phone, I’m on edge in an instant. My mind flashes back to all of the things this club has been through and there is a pit in my stomach as I stand and shove my other hand into the pocket of my jeans.

“Yeah.”

“Good. I need you to do something for me… two things, actually.”

I nod. “Name ‘em.”

When I first met Storm, he was as hotheaded and reckless as they come, tortured by his past, and living like he didn’t have plans for the future, but once he met Ali, everything changed. She brought out another side of him, a side none of us knew he had. Over the past three years, in his role as president, he’s really grown into the kind of leader that this club desperately needed. He’s tough but always fair and I’d do anything he asked of me, any of us would.

“First, I need you to sit on Izzy’s house tonight and keep an eye on things.”

The kick in my chest at the mention of the feisty little brunette doesn’t surprise me but the intense worry that almost attacks me as I run through the reasons why I would need to watch her house, does. I frown and run a hand through my hair.