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Razor is waiting in the office and his frown alerts me to trouble.

“What’s up?”

“I had word Emilio is out asking questions.”

“Clara?”

He raises his eyes and I sink low in my chair.

“She shot her husband. I’m not surprised he’s searching for her.”

“Shot as in–”

“Killed. The bastard took his last breath when he landed a fucking poker hard on her back.”

Razor shakes his head. “Fuck. So that’s why the Reaper came for you and you high tailed it out of here with him?”

“I had no choice.”

I hate the concern in his eyes as I thump my fist hard on the desk.

“She’s here.”

“Fuck man.” Razor runs his fingers through his hair and knows me too well to press any more personal questions. He will know this is bad and is wise to keep his tongue guarded because this is a circumstance I never saw coming.

CHAPTER 39

CLARA

Candy is nervous. She’s a sweet girl with long blonde hair and baby blue eyes and her slim figure is accentuated by the cutoffs that ride high against her ass. Her t-shirt clings to her body with resignation because her enormous chest dominates her slim frame.

I am trying so hard not to dwell on the fact she’s Atom’s girl, but I must face the fact that if it’s not her, it’s definitely somebody else.

She guides me to a staircase at the end of a corridor and despite my earlier reservations, I’m pleasantly surprised how clean and modern this place is.

She’s obviously feeling awkward, so I say nervously, “This place isn’t what I expected.”

She shrugs. “Many would agree with you. We’re bikers, honey, not slobs, and we have standards.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.”

She stops outside a locked door and turns to face me with curiosity shining in her wide eyes.

“I never expected to see you here, Mrs. Santobello.”

I wince at her choice of words.

“Please, call me Clara. I am no longer using that name.”

“Seriously!”

She appears shocked and then apparently notices I’m not exactly looking my best and concern replaces incredulity and her gaze softens.

“You don’t look so good. Can I help?”

A small smile escapes me. “You know, I think the adrenalin is wearing off, and it hurts like crazy. I don’t suppose you have any painkillers I could take?”

“Of course. I’ll show you inside and get what you need.”

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