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“What?”

“Die.”

His smile faded.

I hadn’t meant for my voice to sound as serious as it did.

Bob’s hand moved to the back of my neck. “Hey.”

I looked at him.

“I’m here,” he whispered.

“I know.”

“And I’m good.”

“I know.”

He studied me for a second. “You scared?”

I could’ve lied. Normally, I probably would have. Instead, I nodded. “A little.”

“About the fax?”

“All of it.”

Bob didn’t tell me there was nothing to be scared of. Pretending otherwise would’ve been stupid.

He pulled me closer. “We’re gonna figure it out.”

“That’s very confident.”

“Got a room full of assholes too stubborn to quit out there.”

I smiled. “That does seem to be the Kings’ greatest strength.”

“Pretty much.”

I laid my head back against his chest, and his fingers returned to my hair.

Outside this room, someone wanted every member of the Kings of Anarchy dead.

Someone had been watching them closely enough to know when they were inside Ron’s office. Someone had killed Bernice and almost taken Bob from me before I’d even gotten the chance to find him again.

That scared the hell out of me.

But Bob’s arm tightened around me, his lips pressed against the top of my head, and for tonight, I let that be enough.

Chapter Fourteen

Bob

I opened my eyes and stared at the empty spot beside me. The sheets were twisted, one of the pillows was on the floor, and Ramona’s shirt from last night was hanging halfway off the end of the bed.

I smiled. Last night had been fucking good.

I hadn’t known exactly how things were going to go when I’d suggested we go to bed. I’d known what I wanted. Ramona had figured it out about ten seconds after I said it, and the look on her face had been worth every second of waiting for her to catch up.