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I would be too.
    The large group of women huddled in a tight circle as the blonde made a call. Probably to the police. Good. That’s really good. Then we hustled our asses through the nearby woods and back to our vehicles. Mission accomplished.
    An hour later, we arrived back at the clubhouse, each of us silent as we breached the main door.
    I didn’t linger.
    I couldn’t.
    My mind was racing. What the hell had I been thinking? Never before had I acted so ignorantly as I had tonight. It was a stupid move, to step out of the shadows like that. And I hadn’t even lowered my damn mask to hide my identity. Christ how stupid could I be? It was dangerous for me. Dangerous for my girls. Shit!
    I quickened my pace across the room, headed for my room. My sanctuary. I needed... hell, I wasn’t sure what the fuck I needed. A shower for starters to rid my body of the blood splatter. And time to think too.
    “Pandora?” Cherry Pie asked as my hand gripped the door knob to my room. “Are you all right?”
    “I fucked up tonight. Could have gotten us all killed.” My voice weighted and somber.
    “Yeah, you could have… but you didn’t. It all worked out.”
    “Maybe so. But the one that got away is a big damn problem. That shit isn’t good. My mistake will cost us. Until tonight, they haven’t known who was hitting their shipments. Now they do. My face was uncovered. I screwed up royally Cherry Pie. Tell everyone to travel in pairs and watch their backs. We need to lay low for a bit. Let this blow over if we can.”
    “You’re right about that, but we will handle it. We always handle our shit. Take a shower and get your ass back out there and celebrate with the girls. If you don’t, I’ll come back in here and kick your giant ass.”
    “Fine. You win.”

Chapter 4: Pandora
     
    Thick whirls of smoke billowed around the yellow-hued light hanging above the well-worn table in the corner of the main room of the clubhouse. We’d been camped out going on a week now, laying low. The clubhouse was as silent as a tomb and had been since our last mission. Word on the street was the Twisted Bastards were out for blood. Fear of exactly what they might be planning scared the living hell out of me. I’ve failed my girls epically. All I wanted right now was a plan to keep us all safe and get through this hell I’ve caused us all.
    It doesn’t surprise me that the Twisted Bastard MC is looking for revenge. I had killed their President. So I get it.
    Not just that, but the police had been called in, and based on the news reports, they had easily connected the Twisted Bastard MC to the kidnaping and rape of numerous women in the area. The Federal Bureau of Investigation was crawling up their asses, too. I was happy they were squirming under the thumb of the Feds. If we’re lucky that will keep them too busy to screw with us. A girl can hope anyway.
    I knew this wasn’t the end of things, though. Not by a long shot. It was just getting started and I wasn’t sure we could handle it all on our own. Not this time. This was different, and not in a good way. It killed me to admit it but we were in over our heads and sinking fast. Worse yet, it was all my fault.
    It wasn’t like us to cower with our tails tucked between our legs like a bunch of pussies. We aren’t... pussies that is. We might have them but we are a kickass group of ladies that doesn’t take shit from anyone. Ever. We’re the Gypsy Riders MC for Christ’s sake. But I just don’t know if our combined skill set is enough to weather the storm that’s coming. In the back of my mind I keep telling myself to go home and beg for help. But my pride hasn’t let me get that far yet. I just can’t go there.
    Releasing a heavy sigh, I brought my hand to my chest, rubbing at the thick unsettling pain that resided there, my mind racing, trying to figure out why the hell I did what I did that night, and how to get us out of this mess I had caused.
    Even worse, I had managed to