Page 27 of Rest In Pieces

“Sit the fuck down.”

“What the hell’s your problem today, Blade?”

“I’ve got a prospect in the shack and no idea whether or not Amity is gonna go to the cops.”

“Why would she go to the—” I look at Toot, who’s staring at Mac. “Tell me what happened,” I demand.

“It was partly my fault,” Mac admits, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn’t know what to make of her and missed what was going on down here because I was dealing with your drunk ass. All I knew was that she brought you home and pulled a gun on the prospect.”

I wait for him to continue.

He leans back and avoids looking at me. “I told her I thought she might’ve brought you home drunk so she could fuck you in the back seat, get pregnant, and insist on you making her your old lady.”

I blink, my already pounding head feeling like it’s going to explode. “What the fuck, Mac?”

“How was I supposed to know that she was just a decent person? Or that she couldn’t have kids?”

Toot winces at the callous why Mac says it. Toot and Mac are just club brothers; they’re blood brothers as well. They always have each other’s back, but right now, even Toot looks like he wants to punch him.

I grit my teeth. “And the rest?”

“She called me out, said I was talking about rape like it was no big deal around here, then flipped me on my ass when I tried to grab her and explain. After that, Hicks pulled a gun on her and tried to force her to suck his dick.”

Now I understand why Blade’s so pissed. Five years ago, Bear, our former VP, and half a dozen brothers staged a coup, and Blade was almost killed. Sunshine—of all people—was the one that saved him. We managed to wrestle back control and take out all the traitors, but not before some of the women were hurt.

After that, two of our old ladies left. Darcie took her kids and ran. I can’t say I don’t understand why, but she wrecked Drifter in the process. The other one, Delphi, was Snake’s old lady. Bear might have been the mastermind of the takeover plot, but Snake was more than happy to do the dirty work in exchange for the VP patch. Blade killed him before that dream became a reality, leaving Delphi a widow and persona non grata. We banned her from the clubhouse and ran her out of town. We couldn’t find any proof she was involved in Snake’s plans, but we know damnwell men talk to their women, and Snake was never one for keeping his mouth shut.

“Did Hick’s hurt her?” I growl, ready to tear the prospect to pieces.

“He never got the chance. She disarmed him and turned the gun on him. I talked her into giving it up, which she did, before flying over the fucking gate like a superhero.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I swear to God. For a minute, I thought I’d hit my head when she flipped me. We’ve been waiting for you so you can pull up the camera feed.”

I take my drink and leave, heading to my office at the back of the building, where all the cameras are accessible. I move to my desk, set my glass down, and pull up the camera feed from last night.

I hear footsteps behind me, but I don’t need to turn around to see who it is. “What time?”

“Around midnight.”

I restart the feed from then and watch as she walks out of the warehouse toward the gate. I see Hicks pull his gun and threaten her before she takes the gun off him, a pissed-off look on her face.

“Jesus, she must have had some training,” Toot mutters.

Blade sits on the edge of my desk as we continue to watch the footage. She shoots the ground near Hicks, making him scream. A few minutes later, Mac shows up and points his gun at her. She holds her ground, her arms never shaking as he tries to talk her down.

I can’t help but chuckle when she throws the gun at Hicks’s forehead. But my jaw drops when I see her jump up onto the roof before she flips over the gate and runs away.

“I told you,” Mac says as Toot whistles.

“That’s some Jason Bourne shit.”

I look at Blade, who’s staring at the screen before his eyes meet mine. “Find out who the fuck she is.”

The number Blade gave me burns a hole in my pocket, so I pull out my cell phone and add it to my contacts. I hit call and wait for her to answer. It rings and rings before voicemail picks up.

“This is Amity. If you need me, text me.”