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She looked out the window. She wasn’t an idiot when it came to certain aspects of life beyond the realm of the law. Nothing happened for free, or cheap. Nothing was ever a favor, but rather a reminder. Whatever the hell Slade was up to…
The van took a sudden right. Nelle gasped.
“Sorry,” Virus said.
The headlights poured all over a large gate. When the gate began to open, Nelle felt her chest tighten some more. She was scared half to death. Of everything.
Virus parked the van and insisted on opening Nelle’s door for her. He even offered her a hand to help her out of the van. By the time her feet hit the pavement, Slade had parked his motorcycle and was on his way over to check up on Nelle.
When push came to shove in the situation, Slade hadn’t had much of a choice. Nelle passed right out and fell into his arms. Her eyes went completely blank and she whispered something aboutthemand she was gone. Leaving her there near thebackstage area where her sister had been murdered felt cruel. As did just handing her off to some paramedics.
It didn’t take a genius to realize something bad was happening to Nelle’s family. Twice now someone was shot to death near the club. And because of that it put a bad spotlight on the club.
Nelle made eye contact with Slade and she didn’t know what to feel. He closed in on her like he was going to hurt her. She stood her ground, feet planted firmly, just in case.
“You’ll be safe here for tonight, sweetheart,” Slade said.
“Safe? With a bunch of bikers? You realize how fucked up my life must be for that to be true?”
“I’ve seen how fucked up your life is,” Slade said. “And something tells me this is just the tip of the giant iceberg.”
Nelle wanted to cry. She didn’t. “Whatever. I can use a stiff drink right now anyway.”
She turned, wanting to be as rough as high grit sandpaper. Slade grabbed her arm and pulled her back toward him.
“You’re not just going to walk in there and act like you belong, sweetheart,” Slade growled. “There’s a price for admission.”
“Well, I’m not my sister,” Nelle said. “I’m not some groupie whore. So go find somewhere else to stick your dick.”
“Your sister is dead,” Slade said. “You’re not. Want to keep it that way? Then you play by my rules. Right fucking now, sweetheart.”
Nelle’s throat tightened and she felt like she was going to pass out again. That left her with no other option but to nod. To agree with Slade.
She just wanted to survive the night… was that so much to ask?
Chapter Eleven
What Would JC Do?
Slade looked across the bar at Maggie. She dropped everything in her hands and rushed toward him.
“Sit here and drink, sweetheart,” Slade whispered to Nelle.
“Yeah? That’s what you want from me? To get drunk so you can fuck me?”
Slade gritted his teeth, reminding himself that Nelle had just lost not one sister, but two. Both shot to death. Both clearly murdered on purpose.
“Slade, what the hell is going on?” Maggie asked, almost jumping over the bar. “I heard that someone—”
“Maggie, this is Nelle,” Slade said. “Her sister was the one killed tonight.”
“Oh, fuck,” Maggie said. “You poor thing. I am so sorry.”
“It’s sort of a family tradition at this point,” Nelle said. “Lucky you’re not my sister, huh?”
Maggie let out a nervous laugh. “This is terrible. What are you drinking?”
“Anything,” Nelle said.
