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“They still alive?” I asked.
“Some of them,” OD replied. “But not for long. You should get your girl out of here. We’ve got this. Kilo took Camila and the baby, Rue, and the boys over to his place. You can go hang with them.”
“I’ll go to my house,” I told him. “Devyn’s pretty tired.”
“They shouldn’t fuck with you there, but keep an eye out.”
“Will do.” I waved at the others as I went back to the SUV. “We’re staying at my house tonight,” I told her as I got in. “I’ll explain everything once we get there.”
She fell asleep on the drive over. I carried her inside the house. It was going to be a long night and I didn’t plan to sleep. I sat in the recliner in my living room, my Glock in my lap, listening for any sound. If those fuckers came for my family, they wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.
CHAPTER 33
Devyn
The next morning, I quickly packed my bag and tried not to look worried. I didn’t want to stress Bolo out any more than he was. The Collective had attacked the clubhouse last night.
Bolo hadn’t seemed very surprised that it’d happened, but it was easy to see that he was frustrated. He’d explained that they’d tossed grenades over the fences onto the property. No one had been hurt and no Collective members—he’d used a much different name for them—had gotten onto the compound.
But, according to Bolo, Ruck didn’t like how ‘ballsy’ The Collective was getting. So, they were going to get everyone a new place to stay until all this was over. Some place not connected to the club so they wouldn’t come after us. As he had put it, the club welcomed the idea of fighting on their home turf, just not with women and kids present.
That was going to take a few days, and Ruck didn’t want any of the families staying at the clubhouse until they were ready to move us. They’d be here, in case The Collective tried anything, but we’d be elsewhere.
I was staying with Sophie. Which was why Bolo was stressed. He didn’t want us to be apart, but he also agreed with Ruck, that staying here was too dangerous. I’d tried to tell him that Sophie and I were excited to get to spend a couple days hanging out together. She’d taken time off work, and I’d already talked to Lou about an extended leave of absence. He’d approved it immediately, no questions asked. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do about my quickly dwindling time off, but that was a problem for another day.
“You have everything?” Bolo asked, taking the two bags off the bed as soon as I finished zipping them.
“It’s more than I need,” I admitted. “I’m a notorious over packer.”
He smiled, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll remember that for when we travel places.”
I didn’t comment, but my heart gave a little flutter. He’d been saying things like that more and more. Things that included me in a future with him. And there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in me anymore. He’d thoroughly won me over.
“I’ll be stopping by a couple times a day,” he told me as he carried my bags down to the SUV. “I won’t always come in and say hi, but I’ll be out there.”
I placed a hand on his bicep after he set my bags in the back seat. “Thank you. We’re going to have a great time. You don’t need to worry.”
He pulled me into a hug. “They’re looking for their money,” he told me, his deep voice rumbling through me as he squeezed me close. “They’d be thrilled to get a real shot at us.”
“It’ll probably be the last thing they do,” I said, looking up at him and grinning.
He smirked back at me. “Hell, yeah, it would be. Well, technically the last thing they’ll do is go splat on the pavement, but yeah. Ruck doesn’t want them getting the opportunity to go after any of you. You, the other old ladies, the kids, none of you are their targets. And in a couple days you’ll be in the wind. In the meantime, we’re going to be going at them hard and fast. They won’t have time to even think about going after our families. They’ll be too busy fighting for their lives.”
“I’m not worried,” I told him. “Other than for you guys. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” I shook my head in wonder at what my life had become. Never had I ever thought I’d be hiding out, keeping off the radar of bad guys, or dating an extremely sexy biker. Despite the craziness, I had zero regrets.
The drive over to Sophie’s only took about twenty minutes. Sophie waved at us as we pulled up. “I’m so excited!” she squealed and gave me a hug.
“Me too, Soph. Thanks for letting me stay.”
She scoffed at that. “You’re always welcome.”
I’d told her this morning, when I’d called, why I needed a place to stay for a couple days. She knew about The Collective—and that Bolo had started that factory fire—and that they’d attacked the clubhouse. She’d insisted I stay after she heard that.
Bolo brought my bags into Sophie’s guest bedroom. He set them on the bed, then took me in his arms. My heart melted as he held me close. He sure knew how to make me feel cherished and protected.
Then he kissed me senseless and I had to remind my heart that we were trying to keep my blood pressure low. The way he could go from calming and soothing me, to riling me up needed to be studied. The man was a master at it.
“Just so you know, I fucking hate to leave the two of you.” He placed his big hand on my belly.
