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Pandora: Fuck you.
“Stop texting and tell me what the fuck she said,” Joker yells at me.
“They are with Pandora. I can’t believe she would help them get into danger like this,” I fume.
“Clearly, our wisdom is lost on you boys, and we have failed in raising you,” Bull says, looking disappointed.
“What the fuck do you mean?” Joker and I demand.
“I ain’t telling you, work it out for yourselves,” he says, leaving the room.
CHAPTERTEN
PANDORA
Being without Tank is harder than I thought it would be. The man had managed to crawl his way into my heart and break down the barriers I spent years building. I can’t help but rethink my reaction to finding out he had his club run a background check on me.
How stupid am I?
I know so much about how MCs operate, that of course, he would run one on me when he knew I'm hiding something. I never intentionally lied to him, just more evaded telling him the whole truth. My name is Pandora, and I am here on business for work. However, my last name is not Jones. My real name is Pandora Chernov. My Father is Nicholai Chernov, head of the Russian Bratva in Houston. I also go by the name Nightshade, as in Deadly Nightshade, head of the Phoenix. Phoenix is a group of mercenaries, all women and all deadly. We can find, track, hack, and kill anyone for the right price. However, we do still have morals. I came to Pine Ridge to locate a trafficking ring that seems to be running out of this small town.
I am not ashamed of who I am, but when you meet a guy, and he finds out you can kill him in at least twenty different ways without being caught. Yeah, that tends to put them off. So no, I didn’t really want Tank to find out who I am until he had gotten to know Pandora the woman and not Nightshade.
I’ve been sulking for a while now, holed up in my house. Just generally feeling sorry for myself. Tank is like no biker I’ve ever met, but then the Havoc boys are like no other bikers I’ve ever met. They treat their women as equals. Yes, they want to protect them, but that’s what you do when you love someone. You want to protect them and you never want harm to come to them.
Curled up in my big comfy chair with a romance book, yeah, I know, screams deadly killer, doesn’t it. Though trust me, I could kill you in seconds and only have to raise my pinky finger. My phone sits on the table and starts to vibrate. Incoming call withheld number. My gut is screaming at me to answer.
“Yes,” I ask
“You don’t know me, but I have a feeling you’ll want to help,” the female voice says.
The laugh erupts from my chest before I have a chance to stop it.
“What makes you so sure I’m going to want to help you? I don’t even know you,” I tell the voice.
“If Tank means anything to you, you’ll help me,” she replies.
Okay, now she’s got my attention.
“Tank?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m Gorgeous, and I need your help saving my family,” she confirms.
I know who Gorgeous is. Tank had told me that is the nickname he gave to Carrie. If she is calling me, then he must really be in trouble, but can I really risk it all for him?
Taking a few seconds to listen to my gut, I know exactly what I will do.
“I’m in,” I finally reply.
“Good, because we’re about to fuck shit up,” Carrie confirms.
“Only way to do shit. Where are you?” I ask her.
“Clubhouse, but I can sneak away. Kate will be with me. She’s Tank’s sister,” Carrie says.
“Okay, dress appropriately. Tight, black, practical, and boots. Flat and walk in anything boots,” I order them.
“Not a problem. We will also be armed,” Carrie says.
