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watched me carefully as I approached him. Unfolding his arms, he let his hands rest casually on his hips. His black eyes never left my face. Avoiding his gaze, I reached down and grabbed his hand. He gave it up willingly. I pressed the envelope deep into his big paw and then looked right into his eyes.
    “This is finished.”
    With as much dignity as I could muster, I wobbled past him down the hallway. Once in my bedroom, I gave the cheap lock a satisfied twist. Then I sat on the edge of my bed to take stock. I trusted that having gotten what he came for and two fucking days early to boot, Diego could find his own way out. I forced myself to relax. Taking a deep breath I summoned what was left of my courage and gently began to examine my face. With infinite care I pushed determinedly past the tenderness searching for fractures on my cheeks, jaw, and nose. Thankfully, I found none. Thanks to one mean-ass, quick-thinking sistah, I wasn’t sporting a split skull.
    Because of my extreme nausea, I went through a quick checklist. I wasn’t disoriented, definitely had no memory loss, hadn’t lost consciousness, and my speech was fine. I hadn’t eaten since supper last night, and I supposed that was where the nausea was coming from. I tore off my underwear, pulled on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. Then I started to crawl into bed. That’s when the first wave of nausea hit me full force. I ran to the bathroom and proceeded to dry-heave my way into what I hoped would be oblivion.

CHAPTER 6
    D iego pulled himself away from the wall and watched Raine make her way to the bedroom. The envelope of cash was still in his hand. Friday . She was supposed to go get this on Friday. What the fuck had happened? He had worked this to keep her safe, and it fucking all blew up.
    Twenty minutes after the cops left in disgust with Jamie refusing to go to the hospital or file any charges, Gunner was back. And he had brought a few of his brothers with him. All it took was seeing them to make Jamie give it all up. The all being the mother lode.
    There had been about five hundred grand in cash, four nines, a good amount of uncut coke, and a shitload of H hidden in that shit hole. As to who he had fucked over to acquire that tit stock, Jamie sang that tune like a sweet canary. That took about fifteen minutes to put together. The rest of the hour was spent teaching Jamie exactly what it meant to hold out and then spit in the face of a Hells Saint. No one bothered to check if he was still breathing when they left.
    Given the amount and variety of the recovered stash, it had taken a couple of days to sort out. Wars had been started over less. Because it was suspected that at least some of the green had come from his territory, Diego had been sent up to investigate. The drugs belonged to Los Diablos Rojos, but the green was something that the Saints definitely had a stake in.
    Today at church, they had discussed Raine and Claire. Not sure how deeply they were involved in this whole shit storm, Diego had Gunner put out some feelers. When he reported out, the general consensus was that Claire wasn’t a bag bitch, but just another stupid little piece that got caught up with the wrong guy.
    They knew from their people that Raine had driven Claire to the hospital right after she had taken her from the junkie’s shit hole. They knew about the bogus police report and that Claire was in rehab. They knew that Raine lived in a shitty little shanty on the outside of town that had belonged to her grandmother, and that there was no extra floating around. They knew where she shopped for groceries, and that her car was thirteen years old. They knew she was a pediatric nursing student who had just finished up with honors. They knew she didn’t fuck with the drugs she had legal access to. They knew she was clean.
    The vote was taken and the shit with Claire and her junkie boyfriend was considered a settled issue. The only thing that remained was to let Raine