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Paco handed them two hundred dollars each. “Go call your families and get out of here.” The women opened the closet, grabbed their jackets, and dashed out of the room. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
Paco and Army left the room and crossed the street to their waiting SUV. They drove in silence until they reached the Twisted Warrior’s clubhouse. Chains, Sniper, and Jacko were waiting out front. Chains slipped into the back seat, and Sniper and Jacko came over to the driver’s side.
Paco bumped fists with them. “Thanks for your help. Whenever you’re in Alina, you’ve got a place to crash. If you have trouble with all this, let me know.”
“There won’t be any trouble. Everything’s been taken care of. Have a safe ride back, and we’ll see you at Sturgis this summer.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Chains said.
“Can’t wait for August to get here,” Army added.
“It’s time to get home. See you at Sturgis,” Paco said, putting the car in Drive.
As he left the city limits, emptiness filled him but he pushed it down. Chelsea’s captivating eyes invaded his mind, her soft laughter filled his ears, her quiet strength pulled at his heart, and he almost turned around. But he didn’t.
He merged onto the highway and headed back to Alina, leaving his heart in Findlay.
