Page 102 of Undone

My nails dig into my palms. My heart picks up speed. “What?! I’m so pissed. He dumps me—no cold turkey ghosts me—and then has me watched like some neglected toy he might decide to play with again? No. FUCK. No.”

“It’s true. I saw the pictures.”

Red is all I see.

I march right up to the truck parked behind Shanna’s. The pledge sitting inside rolls down the window and grins. “You ladies going somewhere?”

“What if we are?” I shoot back. “Their men aren’t active members of Creed. Leave. Now!”

“No-can-do, darlin’. I have orders”

“I bet you do,” I mutter. Walking back to Dev and Shanna, I act on straight impulse. “Get in the truck. Start it up. Do either of you have a knife on you?”

“Are you kidding?” They both unzip their coats, showing me blades tucked inside holders on the inside of their jeans. “It’s an MC thing.”

“Yeah, obviously, since I didn’t get that memo.” I reach for Shanna’s. “When I high-tail it; hit the gas.”

I tuck the knife inside my own jeans and walk back to the pledge, still in his truck. “I have a message for your boss—the Prez.”

“Oh? And what’s that, babe?”

The smug smile on his face untethers me.

Without thinking, I punch him square in the nose. “Fuck!” I scream in agony. My hand explodes in pain. He starts to get out of the truck, and I bend low slashing the shit out of his tire and run for the safety of Shanna’s truck.

“What the fuck!” He roars, holding his cell phone to his ear. Shanna puts the truck into a low gear and circles around him.

“Fuck! Stop!” He beats his fists on the glass windows. “I’m dead if I let you do this! Please!” But Shanna doesn’t stop.

“Shit!” Devon screams, as he vaults over the side of the empty truck bed.

Shanna doesn’t stop as the truck fishtails back onto the driveway and pulls out into the packed snow-covered street. The pledge tries using his hand to punch the back-glass in.

“He can’t get through. Duke installed bulletproof glass.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Accelerate then brake—fast,” Shanna, deadpans.

“No. We can’t kill a pledge. The blowback on our men will be bad.”

“Unless… Luce sleeps with Smith.”

“No. That’s not ever happening. Besides, he dumped me remember?”

“Only because—” Shanna shoots Dev a warning look, stopping her.

“Because what? Spill now or I’ll turn on my tracking app and send our location to both your men.”

“You wouldn’t?”

I respond by pulling out my phone.

“Fine! Jesus. I need to have some fun. Duke’s been keeping me practically locked up since he found out I was expecting.”

“Rog has been a brute too.”

“Really? What has he done?” I roll my eyes. Rog would slay dragons for Dev.

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