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I hoped his opinion of her changed with the passing of time.

“Any volunteers to drive the rabbit?” Baker asked.

“Fuck, I’ll do it,” Reno said. “You don’t need anyone on explosives if she’s cracking the safe.”

“Normally,” Ally argued. “That slot goes to the brains of the operation...”

My eyes shot to Baker. Although he didn’t speak, his eyes argued Ally’s recommendation.

“The rabbit always escapes,” Ally explained. “Even if the other five get caught, there’s nothing to link the rabbit to the crime. No phone calls. No texts. Nothing. The rabbit, at worst, will be detained for fifteen minutes. If something goes awry, the remaining five will need the brains of this operation to secure attorneys, plan our release from jail, and get any and everything that could be used against us removed from our homes—or wherever it needs to be removed from—before they get a warrant to search our premises.”

Baker’s look went from argumentative to one of content. “You make a good point. Looks like I’ll be the rabbit.”

“If you don’t know how, I’ll teach you how to do a pit maneuver. It’ll come in handy if a cop gets between us,” she said.

In the past, Baker objected to any offering that opposed his pre-conceived plans. We soon learned that it was Baker’s way, or no way at all. Considering our success rate, arguing with him regarding procedure when it came to a job was a difficult thing to do.

Having Ally offer an alternate plan—and seeing Baker accept it—was mind-boggling.

As she looked at Baker, waiting to see if there was anything else to be discussed, I admired her. Simply allowing her in the clubhouse meant things were changing for the Devil’s Disciples.

After his death, I realized Ghost was the glue that held the club together on each and every one of our escapes. Be them simple or complex triple-digit all-out escapes from the law, Ghost’s mere presence gave each of us something to believe in.

Ally didn’t have Ghost’s physical stature, but she certainly possessed talent. Her record at Lime Rock Park proved it. Only time would tell if that talent could be utilized to the club’s benefit.

After a moment, she noticed me looking and met my gaze.

I grinned, pridefully. Regardless of what the future held, I was proud of who she was, the ideas she offered, and of her talents.

I hoped one day the other men could see her in the same light.

Sadly, things would have to go to hell for her to show her true talents.