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are we even going to find her?" asked Wings, who, along with Tony, was the youngest member of the chapter. He sat at the table, his pale hands curled around his highball glass, his freshly inked M.C. tattoo glistening in the sun that filtered in from the western window.
     
    A.J. looked at Joe. "Ryan knows where she is."
     
    Joe gulped, looking from A.J. to Colt, eyes like onyx. It was time to come clean. He'd kept as far away from Ruby as he could, short of moving to the next county. He knew that after what she’d been through, last thing that poor girl needed was some scruffy biker trying to manhandle her. And as much as he hated to admit it, Fox had the kind of resources to keep Ruby safe, ones Joe could never dream of having, short of Publishers Clearing House knocking on his door. "With Fox."
     
    “Fox Keene? Are you insane? Kyle was the best leader we ever had, but even he had his blind spots. And Fox was his biggest. And deadliest. He was so intent on drinking Fox’s Kool-Aid,  that he missed what was happening right in front of his eyes."
     
    A.J. was more right than he knew. But revealing the truth of the matter now would be as good as digging his own grave. In fact, that was the only thing that had kept him from going after Fox Keene himself--that and the fact that he knew Ruby was under his protection and seemed happy. If refusing to think about it was the only way not drive himself bonkers, knowing Ruby was with the man whose scheming had ultimately cost Kyle his life, then he’d been glad, so far, to shove it to the murky corners of his mind.
     
    Joe gulped. "He’s legit now. Or at least so he says.” He didn’t expect any of the guys to believe that. He didn’t either.
     
    "Please," laughed A.J. derisively. "You sound as naive as Wings."
     
    "Hey!" protested Wings.
     
    "Fox is pulling strings with the Reapers. Or at the very least, he's the money man. I bet my bike on it."
     
    '"A.J.'s right," said Colt diplomatically. "I don't know what Fox is up to, but anybody who isn't a friend of ours is a friend of theirs, as far as I'm concerned."
     
    "Fine," Joe insisted stubbornly. "Go after Fox then. Break his thumbs. But leave Ruby out of it. She's been through enough."
     
    "Ryan, are you insane?" A.J. growled, leaping up from his chair. "But what if she marries him? What if she has his kid? You've got the heir to the Reapers right there. The heir to half of San Joaquin County, for God's sake. With Fox's money and her blood, they could consolidate every biker within a hundred miles under her. Think about it--all of our distributors, all of our suppliers, all of our contacts, mustered into them. If they hear that Kyle Clarke's sister is with the most powerful guy in the city, they'll think the tide is turning. They'll want to be on the winning side...”
     
    "Guys, don't you see?” Joe raised his voice, trying to catch each one of them in his sights. “As far as Ruby Clarke knows, we're singlehandedly responsible for getting her brother killed. You remember what Kyle used to tell us about her. She thought we were the scum of the earth even before he died. What do you think she thinks of us now? She'd probably shoot us on sight. A.J., I hate the fact that she's with Fox." Joe sighed, sat down again, and ran his hands through his thick blond hair. "It disgusts me to even think of them together, and believe me, I think about it a lot. I don't trust him. He turned his back on the club, and he's not without blood on his hands for Kyle's death. But I won't have anybody pointing guns at her. If we just talk to her, I’m sure we can get her to make the right decision. We do this bloodlessly, or we don't do it at all."
     
    "She doesn't get to make her own decisions." A.J. pushed back his chair, seething. A.J. had always been very possessive, even controlling, when it came to his women, but Joe hadn't thought that would extend to Kyle's sister. "She gave up that right when her brother joined us. Besides,