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Then I need to convince her to trust me to take care of it because I’m not giving her up again.
Titan is wrong. I love her exactly as she is.
End of story.
25
Havoc
As we peel awayfrom the Strip, I’m tempted to turn my bike around and put a bullet in Titan’s temple. The only reason I stay in formation is for my club and Aimee. People are relying on me to keep it together when all I want to do is fall apart.
I spend the entire ride reminding myself why I can’t let this fester. How it won’t do anyone any good. I remind myself what’s at stake as we ride to the clubhouse.
It’s almost midnight by the time we return to the compound. But even if it’s late, Aimee and Luna are sitting at the very end of the front porch, waiting for us.
Luna jumps up to meet Ghost at his bike. Aimee doesn’t move, yet she doesn’t take her eyes off me.
“Church at ten tomorrow morning,” Steel says, idling beside Legacy. “We’ll talk about this then.”
I nod, and the two of them start toward the neighborhood, while the rest of the guys filter off indifferent directions. Some wander into the clubhouse, while others circle out back.
Luna waves goodnight to Aimee as she and Ghost walk away. He’ll likely work all night trying to track the Iron Sinners from the moment they left the casino. Just in case it offers any hints as to where they might be holding Aimee’s father. But I’m too tired to work or think.
When everyone is gone and it’s just me and Aimee out front, I head to where she’s sitting in a large chair on the porch.
“Late night?” She scans my face like she’s trying to read it.
I nod, and my temples throb as I drop into the chair beside her. “The club had a meeting with Titan.”
Aimee stills.
I didn’t tell her where I was going when I left because I didn’t want her to worry all night. Besides, I’m not technically supposed to share club business with anyone who isn’t a member, and Aimee isn’t even my old lady. But after leaving the casino, I let Steel know that I was going to bring this to her, and he didn’t order me not to, so here I am.
Either he figured it would just create more tension to argue with me about it, or he was too hung up on what Titan said about Tempe to care. Whatever his reasoning, I’m thankful.
I need to discuss this with Aimee so we’re on the same page.
“What did Titan say?” Aimee finally asks after a long pause.
I rest my elbows on my knees, staring out at the dark desert. “He said he wants you back by New Year’s Eve.”
“Or?”
“He’ll kill your dad.”
The smallest squeak escapes her lips with her sharp inhale. Her shoulders tense, and her back is ramrod straight.
“We won’t let it get that far,” I promise.
“New Year’s is barely three weeks away.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Aimee huffs, dipping her chin and shaking her head. “Itdoesmatter, Levi. We’re running out of time. Titan doesn’t make empty threats.”
“I know.”
“I could—”
