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pretty much the arrangement Keller was talking about. Unless you’d rather spend the time in the jail cell?”
    “Uh, no thanks.”
    “Did you really not tell anyone you were coming?”
    “No.”
    He sighed. “We’re going to talk about that shit more, Luna. What the fuck were you thinking, making this trip alone? Goddamn lucky you’re still alive.” Then he knocked on the window and told the guard who stuck his head in, “Let Keller know I need to make a call.”
    “You know the rules,” the guard told him.
    “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, knowing Keller would make him pay for all of this at tonight’s fight and beyond. Keller would allow the call in order to get more from Bishop, because Keller didn’t believe in something for nothing.
    Then again, neither did Bishop.
    “There are rules about phone calls?” she asked.
    “Yeah. None allowed. Or do you think I was just totally avoiding Defiance all these months.”
    “I thought you were an exception.”
    “There’s nothing like that here.”
    “Seems like you’re on your way to being one,” she said, thinking back to what those women murmured when she’d told the guard who she was here to see.
    He snorted. “You jealous, babe?”
    “Would it matter if I was?”
    “Hell of a lot.” His eyes blazed but before they could continue, the guard was motioning for Bishop to come with him. “Can you stay out of trouble for like ten minutes?”
    “I’ll do my very best,” she told him dryly.
    He rolled his eyes at her and left, muttering to himself.

Chapter Four
    Luna tasted sweet and hot, like she didn’t belong anywhere on this godforsaken earth. But she was here and all the bitching and moaning in the world about how she’d put herself in danger and shouldn’t be here wouldn’t change that. He’d never been much into that anyway—complaints had been drilled out of him at a very early age and even once he was on safer ground with Mathias’s family, the resolve to make a change instead of complaining had become a part of who he was.
    Maybe he would’ve been like that anyway. He believed in a higher power, believed that it let him make his own mistakes, but also put him on the right path to meet the people he needed to meet.
    Pete—the same guard who’d won a shitload of money betting on Bishop in all his fights—dialed the number and handed Bishop the ringing phone. In the small room with Pete and the windows that looked out onto the entire floor of cells, Bishop waited for Defiance to answer his call.
    It was Hammer who first picked up, and Bishop didn’t waste time. “It’s Bishop. Need Caspar—can’t stay on the line long.”
    Hammer yelled for Caspar, right in his goddamned ear. “You didn’t have to make me deaf, man.”
    “Sorry, Bishop. How are you?”
    “It’s like Club Med over here,” he said, and in a way he wasn’t even lying. “I’m fine, Hammer. Tell Mathias I’m fine, okay?”
    “He’s fucked with worry. Here’s Caspar.”
    Bishop didn’t want to know Mathias was fucked with worry. He’d already known , but knowing and hearing for sure were two different things.
    “Bishop, the fuck?” Caspar growled.
    “It’s cool, Caspar. Just had a visitor. I figured my old lady wouldn’t hold out the whole time. So she’s here with me. Keller invited her to stay.”
    “Your old lady?” Caspar paused and Bishop heard Tru in the background. “You’re shittin’ me? Luna’s with you?”
    “Right. So she’ll hang.”
    “He won’t let her go. Fuck.” Caspar’s question didn’t need an answer. He knew the deal. “Need intervention?”
    “Definitely not. It’s cool.”
    Caspar sighed. “For you maybe. Tru’s gonna kill me.”
    “Like Luna’s not going to be the fucking death of me?” That was the truth, and also not odd for Pete to be hearing. Times might change, but women driving men crazy would be around until the end of time.
    “Enjoy the ride, brother. Your cut’s ready for you as soon as