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But it was the only plan I had. I walked for over two hours before the GPS sputtered an error message, suggesting that I might have been walking in the wrong direction, and then the solar powered GPS made a strange popping noise. The smell of burned wires worked its way into a deep internal knot.

God must hate me.

I knewit was wrong to think, but it was the only thought that popped into my head.

The funniest partof that was, I hadn’t even witnessed the murders yet. God might not hate me, but he sure has a sense of humor…

Chapter Six

STEEL

Ihave to keep this scrawny ass brat Joslin out of trouble – away from Nazis, away from my family. Away from everyone. I don’t know what the fuck provokes me to save her life when the smartest thing to have done would be put two bullets in her head and toss her ass in the grave with the rest of them. But that’s not what I do.

Instead, I toss her ass in the truck and drive out of there while she gives me this terrified look like she doesn’t know if I plan on killing her or sending her ass to prison with me.

She doesn’t knowthat I’ve been to prison. And I don’t plan on going back. No fucking way.

I paidmy debts for Gideon. We grew up like brothers and I couldn’t let him go down for murder. But that was it. I saw shit that no sane man ought to see. I can’t go back there. Doesn’t matter what happens.

Joslin sits with her arms folded and her knees clutched to her stomach. I don’t know how a grown ass woman can be as small as she is, but she is definitely a grown woman. She has a fully developed figure despite being petite. Fully-developed. And fully embedded in a world of criminal bikers.

How the fuck else did she get out here?

“We’ll beout of the danger zone soon,” I try to tell her reassuringly as we hit the main road. I don’t need the GPS anymore once we get to the highway. I know exactly where we are and how to avoid detection. No one will guess a rival biker would be driving around in a truck. I suppose Magnum had a point about that.

She gives me a withering look.

“I need to know what you were doing out there,” I ask her. She shakes her head.

“Don’t be a brat,” I respond gruffly. “I saved your life and I just had to see half my fucking club headless in the desert. I need to know what you saw.”

Her lower lip quivers and she ducks her head, a mass of black hair covering her face so I can’t read her expression. Women. They always want to make a big deal of things at the worst times

“Okay,” I tell her. “Don’t talk.”

I don’t know how I’m going to survive this drive back to Santa Fe from the middle of the desert in Globe, Arizona with a woman sitting in absolute fucking silence. I reach over and open the glove compartment, ignoring her as she dramatically gasps and tucks her legs in closer. Touching this woman is the last thing on my fucking mind.

My fingers close around a metal flask. Fuck yes… I don’t even know what’s in it, but I can tell from the way the liquid sounds inside that it’s damn good liquor. Or at least liquor. All liquor tastes damn good when the craving you have is strong enough. I pry it open, swerving a little bit, and pour as much as I can down my throat.

The flask jerks on its own and I cuss loud as liquor sprays everywhere. What the fuck? Joslin uses my moment of distraction to finish her extraction. She takes the flask, presses down the window and without a word – she throws away my liquor.

This crazy fuckingwoman throws away my liquor…

“HEY!”I scream. “WHAT THE FUCK!”

I gripthe steering wheel tight with both hands, resisting the urge to smack the shit out of this woman.

“You shouldn’t drink and drive.”

“Is that right?”I grumble.

She doesn’t answer.Heat rushes to my cheeks. To my ears. Everything hits me at once without the liquor to at least smooth some of the shit over. Bodies in the desert. Some gang of Nazi freaks. This woman… pretty enough to be a high-earning whore and she sure as fuck has a whore’s attitude.

“I can’t sit herein silence.”

She doesn’t lookat me. Or speak. I look over at her. I guess she must be mixed race. Mostly black, though. Her skin is pretty dark. Not my type but… strangely pretty. I prefer women with curves most of the time but I don’t know. Joslin has enough tits to fill my hands I guess…

Glaring at me, she covers her chest. Guess she doesn’t like me looking over and speculating.