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“She’ll be fine. They both will,” Angel says as he walks past us.
Nodding, I start heading for the door, dragging a still shocked Joker with me.
“Come on, brother, let’s see if we can help the badass women in our lives,” I tell him.
Heading back to the compound, I can’t help my mind wandering to Pandora. I meant what I said to her. I’m not giving up on her or us. I just need to prove she can trust me. I never read the file Wire had given me. I knew what's in there would not change my mind about how I feel about her. Nothing could make me think less of her. I love the strong, sassy badass that she is. Deciding to reach out, I send her a text.
Me: Shit’s hitting the fan with the club, but you’re still on my mind.
Pandora: Sorry to hear about the club.
Me: Yeah, me too. Got a brother in the hospital fighting for his life, another missing. Now my sister and best friend have gone off God knows where.
Pandora: I am sure it will all work out.
Me: Yeah, the girls are badass, I just hate to think they could be in trouble, and we wouldn’t be there to help them.
Pandora: . . .
Pandora: . . .
The bubbles come up like she’s typing but then disappear, only to reappear a few moments later. It’s like she doesn’t know what to say. Leaving it a few minutes, she still doesn’t reply. Pulling into the compound, we all head for Wire’s room.
“Who knows shit about computers?” Prez asks.
“Here, let me in,” Young Blood says.
He sits in Wire’s chair and starts tapping away at the computer. We all patiently or as patiently as possible wait to see what he finds.
“Who’s Pandora Chernov?” he asks, making my blood run cold.
“Why?” I spit out.
They all turn to look at me.
“Carrie was looking into her right before they left. Seems she even found a number for her,” Young Blood tells us all.
“Pandora is a woman I’ve been seeing, but her surname is Jones. What does any of this have to do with what happened today?” I ask.
“Seems Carrie might have reached out to her,” he says.
My calm breaks, and I punch my fist straight through the wall.
“Calm down, Tank. There could be a reasonable explanation,” Prez says.
“I was just texting her, and she did not once tell me Carrie or Kate were with her,” I fume.
Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I start to call her. The first four times go to voicemail. Deciding a text might be better, I quickly type one to her.
Me: Wanna tell me my brothers are wrong and you’ve not helped my sister and best friend put themselves in danger?
Pandora: No one is in danger.
Me: Are you fucking kidding me right now? Where the fuck are they? Tell them to get back here.
Pandora: No, it’s their right just as much as yours to protect their family.
Me: Not behind our backs. How could you do this behind mine? You talk about trust, yet you betray mine. They could be hurt or killed.
