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“I have a right to see this through.”

“Prez’s orders, Ghost. He’s already gone.”

Why do they keep calling him Ghost?

“We’ll handle it.”

Garrett steps away, still shielding me from the biker. His sudden movement leaves me cold and I press a hand down on the table.

“G,” Phoenix speaks up. “I get it. I feel the same. It’s club business. Nero won’t let us near it.”

“He swore…” Garrett stops himself. Rage is radiating off him.

Nashville waits a few moments then, satisfied, he turns to Phoenix. “You hit me again, Nero won’t get in the way of me hitting back.”

“Fuck you,” Phoenix snarls at him. “Tell Nero I meant it. Stay the fuck away from the shop.”

Nashville gives him a cocky look but says nothing. He walks away leaving the three of us alone.

“Shit, G,” Phoenix motions to me.

The floor tilts. My head is even more woozy and metallic spots blink around my vision. Garrett moves fast and catches me.

Reality sets in at what I’ve become a part of.

Of who Garrett really is. And everything goes black.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Garrett

I lay Calli on the bed and watch in concern. She didn’t go out for more than a minute, but she’s disorientated enough I can slip out into the hall where Phoenix is waiting.

Fuck, this is a disaster. I still have no clue what happened. How Nero ended up in Calli’s apartment. Or how she got injured. My anger is simmering below the surface. I want to go after Nero and Dutton. Calli needs me more.

This isn’t how I wanted her to find out about the real me.

Hell, if I’d had my way, she never would have got to know anything about me at all. She doesn’t deserve to have this shit brought to her door. She’s been through too much. Having my crap piled on is only going to make things worse.

“She okay?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“You should have told me about Dutton.”

I guess Nero filled him in while I tended to Calli’s head. “Not now.”

Phoenix looks at the door and back at me. “This is why you disappeared?” I glare at him. “I know what you want to do, but this is the shit Nero deals with. You’re not likethem.”

No. He doesn’t get it. It isn’t that I want to do it. Ineedto. I need to look that fucker in the face before Nero finishes whatever his business is with him.

Based on this shit show, that likely means death.

I should be glad he’s doing it. It means I don’t have to. How do I live with not facing the fucker, finding out why? What did Gwen do to deserve what she got?

A sound from the bedroom brings me back to reality. Gwen is gone. I might not have made my peace with it, or this entire fucking situation. Calli is still here, and she needs me.

And fuck, realization is a fucking bitch when it wants to be. I can’t leave her. I won’t.

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