Page 68 of Legacy

The fact that he won’t accept no as an answer.

The fact that he’s in the wind when his obsession is peaking.

Reagan finally admitted she didn’t want to tell me because she didn’t want to add to my problems. What she fails to understand is that if she’s not safe, nothing else fucking matters.

And to think I tried to put her on a plane and send her back to Glendale that first night. What if she’d listened? I’d have been sending her directly back to him.

I swallow those fears and remind myself she’s back at the house right now with Tempe and Austin.

She’s on the compound.

She’s safe.

A headache hammers between my temples. One that medicine hasn’t been able to dull all day, and this conversation just made it worse.

“You think he’s in Vegas already?” Havoc pops his knuckles.

“I fucking dare him to step over that border.” What I wouldn’t give to get my hands on this piece of shit.

“If we get word he’s in town, we need to let Steel know about it.”

“Ghost is already keeping him in the loop. But now that Lincoln’s officially in the wind, I’ll send you the info as well. We all need to be on the lookout for him.”

“Especially if he might know about the club.” Havoc stares out at the road. “So you and Reagan…”

It’s as much a statement as it is a question.

I haven’t told anyone what happened with Reagan a few days ago, but they’re all aware things have changed. All it took was Soul walking up to me at Kings Auto this afternoon and asking for her number to get that truth out of me.

I nearly put his head through a fucking wall.

To which Soul grinned because I proved his point.

“Me and Reagan” is all the response I give Havoc.

“You bringing her out with the other girls this weekend?”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

Once every few months, the club hits the town in a show of force. We walk the Strip and circle the city tocheck on our investments and remind our rivals that we’re ready and waiting if they want to try and fuck with us. This weekend is one of those nights, and now that Ghost and Steel have both taken old ladies, they’re coming along.

Something Ghost made a point to mention in front of Reagan this morning because he’s an asshole.

“Why not?” Havoc looks at me. “Because of the ex-boss?”

No. “Yeah.”

Havoc chuckles, seeing straight through me. “You like her, Legacy.”

“Great observation.”

“You owe it to yourself to give it a shot. You and Bea—”

“It’s not about Bea.” It comes out sharp because that insinuation always grates my nerves.

Do I wish Bea had a mom who loved her and cared about her?

Yes.

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