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“I’ve already had two shots,” she admits. “A herbal tea would be great.”
I peck her lips. “Comin’ right up.”
If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s taking care of my woman.
She may not realize it yet, but we’re made for each other. This is fate, that’s what it is.
And nobody is gonna tell me any different.
Knowing I wasn’t here to protect her, even though she wasn’t in immediate danger, makes me so fucking angry. Tomorrow, I’m gonna make it my mission in life to get something, anything, to pin this on that Lanzetti asshole and the motherfuckers who work for him.
CHAPTER 11
RUBY
I’ve never had a man take care of me. It feels foreign, somehow, but not in a bad way. Fending for myself has always been second nature, but I like this feeling. I like that when I called him, he was there.
The entire club is shaken, and Diamond is ready to bust someone’s nuts, especially when Dustin found that patch. The Crows are involved with Lanzetti, which we already knew, but to what extent, we still aren’t sure. The Crow from the raid the other night died from his injuries, so questioning him is no longer an option. He chose the easy way out.
“Diamond is on the warpath.” We’re on the porch, both drinking herbal tea, which seems strangely comforting. My hands are still shaking. When I got the call from Sapphire, who lives in another cabin on the same property, we raced to Rustic Grove. Jade and Dustin were a little shaken up, to say the least. They could’ve been killed.
“I’ll bet,” Drifter replies, looking out into the still night. “This thing is gonna come to a head, I can feel it in my bones.”
“The question is, how many people get hurt in the meantime?” I shake my head. “The Crows have it comin’. We’re not gonna stop until we find out who did this.”
“I’m all in. Tell me what I need to do.”
“Get us in there,” I say simply. “We need access to Lanzetti. He can shove the restrainin’ order up his ass.”
The bastard slapped one on Diamond a while ago when we were sniffing around and we all got arrested. That was when Diamond met Nash, so I guess, realistically, it wasn’t a bad thing. But this is how paranoid Lanzetti is. We weren’t even on his fucking property. It was the outskirts.
Drifter turns to look at me. “There’s a shipment comin’ in this weekend, accordin’ to sources. Lanzetti is supposed to be arrivin’.”
“He never faced the music when we were havin’ a sit-down.” I puff air out of my cheeks. “The bastard won’t front up because he knows the backlash he’ll get. Plus, he somehow stays above the law. Trust me, Nash is tryin’ to arrest him for somethin’—anythin’—and there is an arrest warrant out for some of the Crows MC.”
“They’re not hidin’ there,” Drifter says gravely. “I’d know it. I would’ve seen them by now. So they’re somewhere close, hidin’ out. Lanzetti hired them, and somewhere along the line, that deal turned sour. Still doesn’t explain why the Crows are interested in the Stilettos. Maybe they’re assholes.”
“Maybe the Crows are workin’ both sides of the coin.”
“Could be.”
I yawn, stretching my arms out. “We should get some shut-eye. Tomorrow is gonna be all hands on deck.”
Our eyes meet.
“You want me to stay?”
It’s cute that he asks. Drifter is a strong, capable man, but I love that he doesn’t just assume.
“I’d like that.”
“What about in the mornin’?”
I level him with a meaningful look. “I’m past the point of givin’ a shit if any of the girls see you.”
“And what about Lanzetti Farms?”
“You can ride with me, wear the hoodie.”