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She knew she heard something. Or did she sense it? Or maybe it was grief. Or PTSD. Something waking her up, wanting her to sit alone and sit in her feelings.
Truthfully, she half expected Slade and the rest of the bikers to chase her down. She defied Slade’s rule to stay put. She saidfuck itand snuck out of the clubhouse and the lot, then walked to her car and drove back to the antique store.
A shower. Some pillow humping. Then sleep. Until now.
If the bikers hadn’t come for her by now…
Things have to be good then. Or at least settled. I have nothing to do with them. They have nothing to do with me.
The thoughts made sense. Plus, if the opportunity ever arose, she had a hell of a story to share with people. The time she got super drunk, ended up in the clubhouse ofSins of Fire Real Anarchy Westand threw up on one of the biker’s shoes! Andthen that biker stripped her naked and showered her! And then she slept in that biker’s bed!
That’s when Nelle frowned and felt an ache in her heart. The kind of story she thought about was the exact one she would have loved to share with Thalia and Calista.
Thalia would giggle like crazy. She’d blush. Calista would go nuts for it. She would live for a moment like that. That’s why Thalia ended up serving pizza and Calista ended up serving her vagina to rock stars. Nelle swallowed hard and covered her face with her hands.
I did all I could, Sisters. I kept my promise as long as I could. I have no idea how this happened…
They found you both.
And if they found you…
Nelle sucked in a breath and chased away all emotion. Emotion was bullshit. Emotion led to big problems.
She walked out of her bedroom and down the narrow hallway toward the kitchen area. When she looked out the small window above the kitchen sink and jumped up on her toes, Nelle swore she saw a slight flicker of light. Off in the distance.
A ghost looking for its loved one!
Nelle rolled her eyes. She didn’t believe in ghosts. Or zombies. Or any of the nonsense macabre stuff. The Bethy doll thing though? Whatever. This was much more important.
Nelle hurried out of the apartment and downstairs into the antique shop. She froze, wondering what to do. Was someone here to rob the antique shop? Or was someone here for her?
“Fuck,” Nelle growled under her breath.
She gently opened the door to the antique shop and walked from the back storage area to the front. Straight ahead, near the front door…
Another light!
Her body froze for a second. Another rush of adrenaline hit her.Fight or flighttook hold. This was probably the moment to takeflightbut she chosefightfor some reason.
Nelle ran through the antique store, down the messy middle aisle. She knew where to jump and skip, so as to not trip over anything or break it. When she got to the front door of the antique store, she pushed at the handle. Everything was still locked. Nelle even pushed and pulled a few more times just to make sure.
Locked. Officially. Yes.
She leaned forward a little, almost pressing her face against the glass. She could see outside. For a split second, Nelle saw something and knew exactly what it was. Brake lights. The passenger door of a car opening. Someone getting into the car. The car driving away.
Nelle refused to blink. She knew what she saw. She knew what she felt.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
Nelle shut her eyes. Her heart raced.
That’s when she knew she would end up with Slade again.
Chapter Eighteen
Lotion For the Motion
Slade rested face down on the pavement, handcuffs tight around his wrists. Next to him, Linc stared, in the same position. Then there was Priest, Darrow, Monte, and Deed.
