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I shrugged. “Whatever you want to do, darlin’.”

She looked back down at Ron. His eyes were half-closed as he was nodding off. Looked like the pain meds the doctor had given him were working.

The door opened and Brew hobbled in. “Came in to check on him.” He motioned toward Ron.

I met Leo’s eyes. “See? We’re not the monsters you think we are.”

Her expression clearly relayed that she didn’t appreciate my making light of the situation. “I think I’ll reserve judgement for now.” Her gaze moved over Brew when he came to a stop against the bed. “I’m sorry—”

Brew held up his hand to stop her. “Do not apologize for something you didn’t do, honey. Your brother already said he was sorry. Think today he learned a valuable lesson.”

“I’m sure he has. So, how much does he have to pay you for your bike?”

Brew and I exchanged looks. “That’s between him and the club, darlin’.”

She released a sound of annoyance. “That response is beginning to sound like a broken record.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

She shrugged those delicate shoulders. “It was worth a try. Someone always slips up.”

Her naivete amused me. “You have to work a little harder to get us to talk club business.”

The curiosity in her eyes suggested that she wanted to know just what she would have to do to get me to talk, but I knew she’d never ask. I purposely let my gaze travel a lazy downward path over her body, intending to make her blush, but all it did was make me fucking hard. By the time my eyes met up with hers again I knew I was in trouble. Deep trouble.

So was she, if I got her alone again.

I was glad for the notification on my phone when it came and dug it out of my pocket. I broke eye contact with Leo and glanced down. Fuck! Lola had put out a group 911 call for help at her dog rescue, Second Chances. I texted back that I was on my way. “Gotta run!” I didn’t explain and I didn’t wait for questions. I vaguely noticed that Brew was looking at his phone, too, but his condition prevented him from going.

I ran down the hall and into the bar and met up with Mac halfway to the door. Together we hit the door open and headed for our bikes. “Anyone else coming?” I asked him as we climbed on.

“Don’t know. I was the only one at the bar.”

Bear was working the yard today, so I knew that Knuckles might show up. Wolfe was scoping out a place in Boulder City for a new gym. Buck had left early that morning on a job in Texas, trying to track down a runaway for some big-wig politician. Wasn’t sure where the rest of my brothers were. We all had shit to take care of, personal and club related, but our free time was our own.

Mac and I didn’t waste any time starting our bikes and revving the hell out of there. Whoever was free would end up at Lola’s to help with whatever trouble she had going down. It wasn’t the first time she’d summoned us. She wasn’t an old lady, but because we worked closely with her with the dogs we rescued, she was a friend of the club. Plus Lynx had the hots for her. I’d have been surprised if he weren’t already there by the time we arrived.

The one good thing about living in a small town was that it didn’t take long to reach anywhere you wanted to go. Second Chances was located a few miles outside of town. It was a large place that Lola owned and operated with a couple of employees and some volunteers.

When we came up on Second Chances I could see that a couple of my brothers had already made it there. I also saw the flashing lights that indicated that the cops were there, too. That was never a good sign. As Mac and I turned into the yard, my eyes landed on Lynx. He was comforting a teary Lola, but otherwise, thank fuck, she looked okay. Mac and I stopped a short way away from them and remained on our idling bikes. I motioned for Lynx to come over, and he uncurled his arm from around Lola’s shoulders and made his way to us.

“The fuck’s going on?” I grumbled. I heard another bike approaching and looked toward the road to see Snake entering the grounds.

Lynx shook his head with disgust. “She came in early this morning to a couple of men loading up a white van with some of her dogs.”

“She get hurt?” Mac questioned.

Snake pulled up next to us.

“You know Lola, Brother. She cares about those fucking dogs. Yeah, when she tried to stop them they got a little rough and threatened her. Kept her from doing anything until they left.”

“Shit. Which way did they go?” Lynx pointed in the opposite direction that we’d come from. Of course. “You stay here with Lola. We’ll take a little ride and see if we can catch up to them.” I looked at Snake. “You coming?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

I went to smack him upside his head for his smart mouth but caught myself. He was a patched brother now. His cocky grin revealed that he’d known exactly what I’d been about to do. “Alright, let’s go.”

We were looking for a white van. Not much to go on, but it was something.

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