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“Oh?” I ask innocently.

He sucks air through his teeth, “I can recognize a pain in the ass when I see one. You have too much fucking spirit in you. And no ears.” He lets out a long sigh. “But, clearly, those are things that my brother needed. Needs.” He straightens, moving past me, coffee mug in hand. “You’re good for him.”

I hold in my squeal until Gallows is through the door and then do a happy dance before pulling the door open and yelling, “Does this mean we’re besties?”

“Fuck’s sake.” he growls and I let out a snort, then a giggle.

I head back to the dishwasher, jabbing at the buttons, a grin plastered on my face. With that glowing report there is no way he’ll deny me Revenant’s cut.

The door bangs against the wall jolting me out of my happy thoughts, replacing them with murderous thoughts as Bubbles stands in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest.

“Jubilee said you gotta move your piece of shit moped.” She gives me the stink eye and I grin at my handiwork. The black eye I gave her is now a pretty yellow green and her nose is definitely crooked.

“Stop smiling at me, bitch.”

“Stop being a bitch and accept you lost, bitch,” I spit at her as I shoulder her out of my way.

If Jubilee needs me to move my moped, I will. I bet he used much nicer language than Bubbles did, too. Although she can’t help she’s a gross hose beast. Swinging open the heavy clubhouse door I step outside and look around for my shiny baby blue ride.

“Yo, Sunny!” Hollow yells out, “You looking for trouble?”

“Nah, gotta move my ride for Jubilee,” I call back, before flipping him two birds with a grin. He shakes his head, returning the gesture before heading into the clubhouse.

“Hurry up,” Bubbles snarls, stomping ahead of me in her ridiculous high heels.

They may look ridiculous, but I am a little jealous that she can walk so well in them. Her hips sway her flat ass from side to side and I follow behind, knowing that my hip sway is a lot more impressive. Bubbles waves her hand in the direction of a small garage at the side of the compound, and if she thinks I’m walking in there ahead of her, she’s got another thing coming. I’m not an idiot. The woman hates me. She’s bound to lock me in there and throw away the key.

“Lead the way, Bubbles.”

She frowns. “It’s your piece of shit. I don’t want to go in there.”

“Well,” I say, “looks like neither of us are going in there.”

“But Jubilee said -”

“How about I get the keys and you give them to him to move her?”

“Ugh, fine!” Bubbles yells at me. “Why are you such a bitch?”

“Same reason you’re such a whore. Just born this way I guess.” My gaze follows her as she stomps into the garage.

I wait a beat. No screaming. No swearing. No sweet sounds of Bubbles being murdered. Disappointing, but good enough for me. I step over the threshold looking for that bimbo. Big mistake. A rough hand wraps around my mouth the same time a heavy arm crosses my chest.

Bubbles grins as I kick and struggle, giving me a little finger wave as I get pulled further into the garage before being dumped into the trunk of a car. It slams shut and I let out a scream of frustration that I’ve been hoodwinked by that idiot Bubbles. If that bitch and whoever is helping her thinks they can kidnap me and dump me somewhere without a fight, they have another thing coming.

The car dips slightly, to the left, then the right before two doors slam. Great, two people I’ll need to maim, if not murder. Taking a deep breath I let my hand fall to my side, feeling my way into my left boot for the knife I keep there. Thank God my dad is the type of guy who likes to drill his kids on personal safety. I guess when you’ve been overseas and seen what he’s seen, it all makes sense.

Music starts blaring from the inside of the car and I’m immediately offended. There is no way they’re kidnapping me to Life is a Highway. No. Fucking. Way. The engine revs before slowly moving off. I know it’ll have to go through the gates and past one of the prospects, so I keep my mouth shut until the car idles and faint voices filter through. I kick and scream, doing my best to make as much noise as possible, but I know I’m no match for Rascal Flats when the car starts to move again. When I get out of here I’m going on the warpath.

Buckle up, bitches.

Chapter Seventeen

Revenant

“The big man’s here,” Hush announces, his body covered in sweat, blood and who knows what else.

The brothers who have the stomach for this shit are all here. Hush. Coyote. Fog. Gallows. Me. The brothers who didn’t leave the war behind them when they came home. Coyote slaps me hard on the back, but I barely register him. My mind is elsewhere. It’s on a hard, wooden pew at my grandparents' church listening to granddaddy preach about good and evil. About heaven and hell. About what becomes of sinners.