Page 51 of Ride Long
“Chaser?” She blinked, looking lost and on the verge of breaking down intohysterics.
There wasn’t time to explain, so I practically shoehorned her into theroom.
“Promise me,Sam.”
She nodded. “Ipromise.”
“Is there anything I need to save from yourroom?”
Her bottom lipquivered.
“Sam.”
“M-my mom’s necklace. It’s on the bedsidecabinet.”
“That’sit?”
She nodded. “Everything else… It’spoisoned…”
I grimaced and glanced down the hall. “I’ll get you out of this. Holdtight.”
I slammed the door shut and waited until I heard the lock click before I movedaway.
Shit, shit,shit.
By killing Harley, Dad had sent a message. I was his daughter, and my fate was up to him and him alone. Anyone who got in the way,anyone, would suffer the same fate. It offered me a slight amount of protection, but it left Chaser wide open. First, I had to help Sam get the hell out of this cesspool, then I could worry about Chaser. He had more chance of defending himself than shedid.
Besides, I’d promised her. Severaltimes.
Gasket was still in the common room when I peered through the door. He was doing his best to pull bikers back into line before more bullets flew. By the looks of it, half were for murder and half were not. To my confusion, Deluca was going head-to-head with Rocket, who was up in his personal space shoutinginsults.
At any second, a full-blown brawl was going to erupt, and Marini was nowhere to be found. Gasket was doing what he could, but the only person who could end the tension was Fortitude’s president. I assumed he was too busy gloating over Harley’s corpse and breathing in the fumes of gunpowder to give ashit.
Diving headfirst into the madness, I clawed at Gasket’s arm, pulling him from the room and into a shadowyalcove.
“Sloane, what are you playing at? You’re the reason Harley’s dead, and right now, you’ll end up the same way regardless of Marini’s orders. Don’t be a happy accident, girl. Get back to yourroom.”
I wasn’t interested in self-preservation right now. Not when I was the only one who had the power and the guts to save someone who needed freedom more thanme.
“I need your cell phone and Chaser. Now.” I clicked my fingers and held out mypalm.
“Whatfor?”
I clicked my fingers again. “Hurry the fuck up, oldman.”
Gasket reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell buthesitated.
“What for?” he askedagain.
“I need to keep apromise.”
