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My mouth was dry. "I know."
"Scratch said they'd be okay?"
I didn't know what to say. So far my brother and cousin hadn't needed to wade in against an MC, but this group usually came to party or relax. They were on edge today.
I didn't have a good feeling.
I turned left on the road, away from them. And when we got to the main street through Roussou, I turned right.
We were going to Manny's.
Cross got on the phone, relaying the plan to Jordan and Zellman.
Though, to be honest, there wasn't much of a plan. I was just going to see Heather. If Channing was in trouble, besides myself and his crew, she was the only other person I knew to reach out to. I didn't know what she could do, but she might at least know what to do or not to do. I trusted her. If she said not to be worried, I wouldn't, but I had a bad enough feeling in my gut to go the extra mile and ask her opinion.
Heather's house was behind Manny's, so I parked in the back. Jordan pulled in behind me, and as everyone got out, I said to Cross, "Grab your sister and take her into Manny's. See if Heather is there."
"I need to get my car," I heard Taz saying. "What if those bikers trash it? Mom will be so mad, Cross."
I headed up to the front porch of Heather's house and knocked once on the screen. Sometimes Heather's brother was here, sometimes he wasn't. I didn't hear anyone inside, but the front door was open, and the screen door wasn't locked. I rattled on it again.
"Heather! Are you in there?"
A door slammed shut behind me, and I whirled.
It was Brandon, Heather's brother, holding a trash bag and standing at the back door of Manny's.
"She's in here," he yelled. "What's going on?" Brandon was older than Heather and Channing, but he still looked young. He was probably close to his thirties.
"I just gotta ask her something."
"Okay." He waved over his shoulder, dropping the trash at the same time. "You want me to send her out?" He frowned, staring at me a little harder. "Is this about crew stuff?"
Brandon wasn't crew. Neither was Heather, but they knew enough to be wary.
"Just something I have to ask her. That's all."
Brandon nodded. "Wait five minutes. Every ten minutes she gets all pissy and explodes." He lifted both his shoulders up in a helpless gesture. "All the sugar is making her extra cranky."
"I heard that!" came from inside.
He rolled his eyes and opened the door behind him again. "I know. I meant for you to hear that."
Heather came out as her brother went inside, her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun, with the bottom half braided. Reaching for her pocket, she cursed and plopped down on one of the lounge chairs around a bonfire pit. She threw a leg up on the pit, exposing a good amount of her skin through the tears in her jeans as she lounged back.
Zellman groaned. "Goddamn."
"Really?" I stared at him. "She's practically my sister-in-law."
That was Heather. As long as I could remember, exuded this sexiness, whether she meant to or not. It was just her.
He just shook his head. "Goddamn."
"Bren." Heather patted her pockets again, then groaned herself. She motioned me over. "Your friend is accosting my brother right now. Should I know the reason?"
I went over, but didn't sit across from her. Heather still made me uncomfortable.
"Just wait. She's going to ask you too."
