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“What does that mean?”

“She hangs around the club and spends time with the guys . . . any of them. She doesn’t belong to one particular biker.”

I wince in disgust. “Nice,” I say sarcastically.

“I don’t expect someone like you to understand,” he mutters.

I frown. “Someone like me?”

He shrugs. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” He stands, and I follow him with my eyes. “And for what it’s worth, I never wanted to leave you the way I did.”

CHAPTER THREE

Fury

“We need to go to the hospital and pick someone up,” says Chevy the following day.

I check my watch. It’s almost nine in the evening, and I’ve spent the entire day cleaning up the shit caused by him and Donnie. I’ve still got to get to the gym and do my two-hour workout. Chevy notices and grins. “Don’t stress, I’ll drop you back to the club after.”

He pulls out into traffic. “Maybe I should’ve set an hourly rate,” I tell him. “I have a feeling the debt would be paid much sooner.”

He laughs. “That’s what you think. Donnie will keep you working until he decides otherwise.”

Ten minutes later, we pull to a stop around the back of the hospital. “Open the back door for her,” says Chevy. I glance at my blood-soaked jeans. “She won’t even notice,” he mutters.

“Who are we picking up, anyway?” I hiss, climbing out the car.

“Some bitch Donnie is trying to impress,” he replies.

I round the car and pull open the back door right as the hospital’s fire exit doors open and Xanthe walks out. She doesn’t look up from rummaging in her bag as she slides into the car, and I slam the door with my heart racing in my chest.What the fuck is she involved in?

I get back into the passenger front seat and stare straight ahead. “Good shift?” asks Chevy politely.

“Yeah. Long but busy. You really don’t need to keep picking me up. I keep telling Donnie it’s not necessary.”

Chevy gives a light chuckle, and it’s so far from the guy I know, I almost break my cover to call him out on it. “He doesn’t like to think of you walking in the dark.”

She laughs. “I’ve been doing it a long time.”

Chevy’s phone lights up, and he hands it to me. “It’s the boss,” he mutters.

I have no choice but to answer, and the second I say, “Hello,” I feel her eyes burn into mine through the rearview mirror.

“Bring Xanthe to the club,” snaps Donnie. “It’s urgent.” He disconnects, and I place the mobile back in the holder.

“He wants you to take her straight to the club.”

“Reese?” she murmurs, and I glare at her in the mirror, giving my head a slight shake. If they know we know one another, Donnie might try and use that. And when I get her the hell away from him, which I plan to do as soon as possible, he’ll definitely put a bullet in me.

“Who’s Reese?” asks Chevy.

I glance back at Xanthe and grin. “Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t recognise you.” Then I turn to Chevy, who looks confused. “She was the nurse who dealt with me the other night after my fight.”

Xanthe gathers herself and forces a smile. “I’m glad to see the glue held that cut.”

“Yep. All good now, thanks.”

“Why does Donnie want me to go to him?” she asks. “He doesn’t usually.”

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