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    “No. No. Tell me he’s not gone.”

    Romero didn’t answer, he only shook his head. He didn’t need to speak. Ty was dead. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t blame either man. Maybe I could blame outlaws in general. Or maybe I could blame motorcycles. Even though I was a wreck, I knew pointing the finger would do no good.

    My brow furrowed, and I nodded. “What now?”

    When you’re part of a motorcycle club, 911 is never the answer to that question. There’s a different option for outlaws. Every club knows a guy; some disgraced doctor or some talented vet. If it’s too late for that, they know a different guy who is good at making problems go away.

    I didn’t know who the Rising Sons fixer was, but I assumed he’d be the one to get the call. The anguish was fading. It was quickly being replaced by cold, business-like thinking. Romero and I had to look out for each other. I had done what I could to stop the fight, but now it was time to face the consequences.

    Romero looked from me to his motorcycle. “Fuck. When we went over the bike, he must’ve fallen on the knife. I didn’t do this, Julie.”

    I tried to calm my speeding heart, but I couldn’t control my pulse or my racing words, “I know you didn’t. Romero, I know you didn’t. We have to get rid of the body, though, don’t we? The bike, too. We can’t leave them here.”

    The pain had been replaced by numbness, and when I felt my fingertips tingling, I thought the numbness might take me over. Romero must’ve seen it on my face, because he grabbed my hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

    “We leave him. There’s no way this doesn’t come back to the club. If his body disappears, they’ll come after us anyway. We have to go now.” Romero stood, pulling me to my feet. They were shaky at best. “Somebody else needs to find him. The police need to get involved, so it buys us some time.” Romero righted his bike and fired it up.

    I stared at him, doing all I could to stay standing. “Buys us time to do what?”

    He turned to me, regret painted on his face. “Prepare for war.”

 

    I sat cross-legged in Romero’s shower, the hot water raining down from above. Despite the knob pointing all the way towards H , I was shivering. I knew it wasn’t from the temperature. From the night’s event, I didn’t know if I’d never be warm again. The horrible events washed over me. It didn’t help that I was alone, but Romero had work to do.

    He was heading to the Sons’ base of operations. He knew the second that Ty died, the Rising Sons would be blamed. There was no avoiding the fact that we would both be pulled in opposite directions if a war got started between the Sons and the D.B.s.

    Romero didn’t tell me what he would say to his club. I don’t think he was protecting me; I think he honestly had no idea what he had in mind. If I had to go back to the Devil’s Branch with similar news, I wouldn’t have had any idea what to say, either. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. Romero and I were truly and utterly fucked.

      Every now and again, my phone would vibrate on the vanity. I knew who was calling, and I wanted to answer less each time it rang. It was either my father or my brother, but it wasn’t my dad or Gage. It was a member of the Devil’s Branch. Family wasn’t calling; business was calling.

    The business of death and destruction. That was my family’s business. It was Romero’s, too. I knew a war was coming, but I didn’t want anything to do with motorcycle clubs after the dust settled. There was no good to come from them.

      I cursed the water as it began to cool off. Just as I was beginning to feel a little warmth return to my bones, the shower started giving out on me. It wasn’t just about the heat. With the door to the bathroom and the shower curtain closed, I felt a hint of safety. Romero had to leave me alone in the house. He promised that he’d be