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She’s ours.
And no motherfucker gets to touch her but us.
"Me and Franko go way back. He's from my hometown. I worked for him for a while when I was homeless. Candy here gave me my first ultrasound. Then I hit the road and came here."
"And he's here now, why?" Gears asks.
"One, they brought your sister's new car. She said she'd give me my car back if she got a pink Eclipse, so voila! Two, Franko has information you want. Nikola said Franko got his shit from The Father and I asked him to dig up what we need."
"I've about had it up to here with your fucking secrets, Omega," Gears growls, throwing a hand up to mark the height of her bullshit.
Gidge just laughs.
"Gotta keep you on your toes. Plus, can't let you get too complacent, can I?"
"Well, come in then, asshole. But you try to shoot me again, I'll fucking kill you," Gears growls.
Franko laughs deep and loud. "I'd like to see you try."
We all head inside straight to Gears' office, but not before telling Franko's two men and our brothers they can resume the party.
Us? Gidge, Franko, Candy?
We got business to handle.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
BRYDGETT
The door clicks shut behind us, sealing me, my alphas, Franko, and Candy inside Gears' office. It's a little too quiet for a second, and I hate it. Hate the way everyone's looking at Franko like they might tear him apart if he so much as breathes wrong.
I don't blame 'em.
But still. Franko's here because I asked him to be.
I launch myself at him again, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smells like leather and gunpowder and bad decisions, and for once, it’s a comfort instead of a threat.
"Thanks for coming," I tell him. "And for bringing the car."
He squeezes me tighter for a second. "Anytime, girl," he says. Then pulls back, cocking his head like he’s sizing me up. "But I’m gonna wanna see the boy before I head out."
I nod, biting my lip. "Yeah. After this."
Gears shifts behind me, restless. Acid crosses his arms. Arrow looks like he's two seconds away from dragging Franko outside and letting all the brothers have a turn.
I square my shoulders. "Alright. What did you find out about the manufacturer? About The Father?"
Franko's easy smile fades. He scratches the back of his neck, glancing at Candy, then at me. "You’re not gonna like it."
"Spit it out, Franko." My voice comes out sharp, and even Acid lifts his brows a little, like he's surprised at how hard I hit those words.
Franko opens his mouth?—
And someone starts banging on the office door like the whole damn clubhouse is on fire.
Arrow growls low and stomps over, throwing it open like he’s about to break someone's jaw.
It’s Arky.
