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But it’s too late—the SUV floors it as soon as he’s thrown himself through the rear passenger door. It blasts off across the barren field ’til it’s nothing but a blip on the radar, shrinking smaller and smaller.
“FUCK!”
I slam the rifle against the iron cage that’s the fire escape.
The others regroup outside the warehouse when it’s all said and done. We’ve slaughtered most of the saints and released the few believers still captive. I approach Silver and Mace to discover their group fared slightly worse. They’ve sustained some injuries, including a bullet graze for Tate.
“But we got her this time,” Mace says, jerking Mandy toward him. Her wrists are bound, her white robes mucked up. “She tried to make a break for that SUV that got away, but I snatched her up before she could.”
Mandy grits her scummy teeth at us, squirming in her binds.
My insides pull tight at the sight of her. Maybe the only other person beside Abraham I hate most and would love to make pay. For years she made my life a living hell, calling upon me for her every whim.
“It’s a start,” I say. “We can get info out of her. She’s his most loyal follower.”
She throws her head back in a cackle. “My stallion, you’ve come back to me, have you?”
I grip her chin roughly and growl at her, “Careful what you wish for, bitch. You’re about to suffer, and I’m about to enjoy every second of it. Take her away.”
19
TEYSHA
I’m not sure what to think the first time I set foot inside the Steel Saloon. The bar’s dated, with wood-paneled walls and worn down floor boards. Beer posters of scantily clad women are plastered all over and there’s a vague smell of cigarette smoke that seems permanent.
But I’m greeted with a huge smile from the white-haired man behind the counter. His bushy brows jump high on his forehead, and he waves me over like we’ve met before.
“You must be Teysha.”
“Hello,” I say graciously, shaking his hand. “How did you know my name?”
“Everybody here knows your name. Your Ghost’s girl.”
My cheeks warm. “I didn’t realize Logan told you all about me.”
“Of course he did,” he says. “He made us promise to take care of you while he’s gone. Name’s Mick. This is Tito.”
“Hola hermosa esposa de Ghost.”
My smile’s an uncertain one. “Hello, Ghost’s beautiful wife?”
“And she knows Spanish!” The man named Tito claps his hands in approval. “You’re a keeper.”
“I took three years in high school.”
“Sit down, Teysha,” Mick says, gesturing to the barstools. “Can I fix you a drink?”
I blink at him. “It’s… ten a.m.”
“Don’t let the wall of liquor bottles fool you. We have coffee.”
“Burnt coffee,” Sydney says from a doorway that leads to the back of the saloon. She starts toward the bar counter, opening her arms up to give me a quick hug.
“Burnt coffee is still coffee,” Mick mumbles.
“So glad you could make it. Did you drive yourself?”
“Logan’s truck.”
