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“Stay here!” I yell at Nikki as I chase after Lucy.
I catch up and grab her arm. We have no idea who this girl is. She could have a grudge against the club. There could be a gun tucked into her shorts.
“Get off of me. She seems hurt, and I want to see if she’s okay.”
“No, you have no idea who this girl is. This could all be one big set-up.” My hand stays firm around her arm.
“Listen, Prospect. If you think it’s dangerous, follow me, but get off my arm before you lose one of your balls.” Her eyes narrow at me.
“You might want to listen to her. She’s got her old lady face on. I should know. I taught it to her,” Nikki says from behind me.
“Jesus Christ, do neither of you know how to follow directions?” They don’t say anything, but Lucy’s eyes focus on my hand. Wanting to preserve my boys, I reluctantly let go of her.
She jogs toward the girl, and I stay on her heels. “Hey!”
The girl turns around. She’s like a robot. Her arms hang by her sides and her steps are measured. Her face shows no emotion as she looks at us.
“Do you need help?” Lucy is standing next to her now. I’m still holding my gun as I scan the area, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. “My name is Lucy. What’s your name?”
Silence.
“Are you hurt?”
“She is obviously nuts. We need to get out of here. I’ll put in an anonymous nine-one-one call and have them pick her up,” I say, hoping they’ll follow me, but neither of them make a move.
The girl raises her arm, and I tense, ready to take her down before I let anything happen to Nikki or Lucy. Lucy reaches out to take something from her.
“What are you—”
“Stop yelling, you’re scaring her.” Lucy shoots me a dirty look. “Holy fuck, Nikki.” She walks over and her eyes widen at whatever Lucy is showing her.
I can’t see what they’re looking at and I’m starting to get even more pissed off. “What is it?”
Nikki pulls out her phone, and Lucy takes the girl’s hand. “Come with me.”
The fact that they’re both ignoring me like I’m not fucking standing here makes me livid. “You are not putting her in that car.”
“Yes, I am. Nikki is clearing it with Twisted now. She’s coming with us.” Her eyes challenge me and I don’t even bother. She outranks me in this situation and that makes me want to throw my fist into something.
“He’s expecting us, and he’s not really patient,” Nikki says as she walks up. Her hand is holding whatever the girl gave them and I still have no idea what it is.
My phone rings and I pull it out to see it’s our president, Twisted. “Yea.”
“I want the three of them back here yesterday,” his voice barks out before the line goes dead in my ear.
I hate my fucking life right now.
The girls have piled in the back with the stray in the middle. During the drive to the clubhouse I can’t help but to keep looking back at her in the mirror. She doesn’t move, hasn’t talked, no facial expressions. It’s like she’s a walking zombie. I really want to turn around and let Lucy know that this is an MC not a shelter.
I’m also so sick of the way these girls talk to me. I’m a prospect and that means I serve the club. Putting up with their bullshit on a daily basis is a whole different thing. They think just because I’m not a brother they can talk to me like I’m the shit they stepped in.
Bitches.
I can feel the girl looking at me. She is watching me and my skin is heating under her gaze. I need to figure out what the hell her deal is. We pull into the clubhouse lot, and I see Pres, our VP, Whip, and his Sergeant At Arms, Torch, all waiting for us.
This can’t be good.
Before I can even shift the truck into park Pres pulls the back door open, yanking Nikki out. Whip does the same to Lucy and they both start laying into the girls. Take that, I can’t help but smile.
