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“It was nothing,” Bliss added hastily. “Just a little misunderstanding.”
Nick continued, “I broke up the fight and had her removed from the clubhouse.”
My eyes darted back to Bliss. “You wereremoved?”
She shrugged, but her usual devil-may-care attitude was absent.
“Next time you want to stir up trouble like that,” Nick started. “Don’t. And stay away from the fucking clubhouse from now on, you got it?”
Turning to me, he gave me a searing kiss that turned explicit within seconds. When I pulled away from him, I was panting.
“Tomorrow night, baby.”
And with that, he left.
Chapter 18
Nick
After leaving Alex’s garage,I went straight to Rixon’s place. The thirty-minute drive had left me with plenty of time to play back last night at Muse. My loyalty was and always would be to Rixon, so I had to tell him what had gone down.
When my phone rang, I pulled off the side of the road and answered it. “Yeah?”
“Nick,” Gunnar started, glee in his tone. “I just heard that Talon is on a fucking war path trying to find out who sent this week’s shipment up in smoke.”
Despite my dark mood, that news made a smirk pull at my lips. “I hope the fucker eradicates his own fucking club chasing his tail trying to find the mole.”
Gunnar laughed. “The boys are having an impromptu party to celebrate.”
Of course, they fucking were. They hardly needed an excuse to start drinking this early.
“I’ll be at the clubhouse soon. I have some business to take care of.” As soon as I said the words, I regretted them.
“What business?”
“Personal shit. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Hanging up before he could grill me for any more information, I got back on the road.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into Rixon’s driveway and killed the rumble of my engine. I hadn’t called ahead, so I just had to hope he was still here.
Molly appeared at the front door, a dish towel in her hands and an apron around her waist. “To what do I owe the pleasure, honey?” she called from behind the screen.
Getting off my bike, I walked toward her. “Mornin’, Molly. Is Rixon home?”
She nodded and opened the door. “He is. Just eating the breakfast I cooked?—”
There was a softthwap, and Molly’s words died on her tongue. She looked at me, blinking rapidly, and I knew something was wrong.
“Mol?” I stepped forward, my heart already beginning to race.
With her mouth opening and closing wordlessly, she looked down at her chest. I followed her gaze and saw the rose-red bloom of blood blossoming over her heart. Jesusfuck!
“Rixon!” I yelled, catching Molly as she toppled forward out the door. “Rixon!” My gaze shifted to the street, looking for the shooter, but there was no movement that I could see.
Heavy footsteps thumped across the hardwood as I laid Molly down on the front porch. The stain on her front was growing larger, and I knew it was her heart’s blood leaving her body. Her eyes were fixed on me, her mouth moving soundlessly.
“Molly?” Rixon said in a soft voice before yelling, “Molly!” Bursting through the screen door, he fell to his knees beside her body, pulling her into his arms. “Molly, darlin’, talk to me.” Pressing his hand over her chest, he tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. She’d lost too much blood.
He continued to call her name, stroking her cheek, pressing his lips to her hair in the hopes of rousing her, but the bullet that had torn through her heart had done too much damage, and she died in Rixon’s arms.
