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Pink grinned and turned away.

I watched her go, then crouched back down beside the flower bed and reached for another weed.

Whatever Bone had going on, he could handle it.

I had dirt under my nails, dinner with Pink in an hour, and an entire house still waiting for me to get my shit together.

That was enough for now.

Chapter Seven

Bone

I needed to ride.

There wasn’t anything I needed to pick up. Nowhere I needed to be. No one waiting for me on the other end.

I just needed the road.

Sometimes that was the only way I could get my head straight.

There was always something happening at the clubhouse. Somebody asking a question. A phone ringing. A problem that needed solving. Guys talking shit. Orders coming in for Grave Casket. Paperwork that needed to be checked. Something happening at Peace View.

Most days, I liked it. Hell, I’d chosen it. But when too much shit started piling up in my head, there was only one place I could sort through it.

When an unknown dead body showed up, I needed space.

On my bike.

I stepped out of the clubhouse and slid my sunglasses over my eyes.

My bike was parked where I’d left it, and I didn’t bother grabbing anything besides my cigarettes and phone.

“Going somewhere?”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Myth coming through the door.

“Ride.”

He nodded toward his bike. “I’ll come with.”

I shook my head. “Stay here. Hold things down.”

Myth studied me for a second. He knew me well enough to understand what that meant.

I didn’t need backup. Didn’t need company. Didn’t need to talk. I needed to fucking think.

“All right.” He nodded. “I got it.”

“Call if anything comes up.”

“Always do.”

I swung my leg over the bike. Myth headed back inside as I turned the key and fired up the engine. The familiar rumble settled through me.

Better already.

I backed out, turned toward the road, and took off. The clubhouse disappeared behind me. Trees blurred on either side as I picked up speed, the wind pushing against my chest and pulling at my shirt beneath my cut.