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“Eagle’s coming home after he finishes the client he had on the table already.”
I shrugged. “Okay. And?” I asked as I swapped another top.
Daisy was still sorting through clothes. “Something’s up. Thought since Jackal high-tailed it inside and they all took off for Church you may know something about it.”
“Maybe. We were shopping, then Jackal got a text. He walked off so I don’t know if he made a call or what. But when he came back he rushed us out. Then,” I stopped and looked around before continuing, “his tires were slashed when we got outside.”
Lacy’s chest flushed and Daisy sat on the bed. They both looked like they’d seen a ghost.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
They shrugged but Daisy said, “With Butch still out there, they’ve been tense. And we aren’t supposed to know, but they think there’s someone even above him that had to do with you two and the airport thing.”
Shimmying into a new pair of jeans, I asked, “So you think this is connected?”
“Those are perfect on your ass,” Daisy said. “And yes. It has to be.”
Pulling on a fitted top with a lot of cleavage, I said, “Well, they seem to be on top of it. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Are you seriously not worried?” Lacy asked. She had been nervous about leaving the clubhouse since our little escapade in the Escalade.
“Lacy, we’re from Chicago. It’s not like we’ve never seen crime. I love this outfit. What do you think for later?” I asked as I turned, running my hands down my front.
“I think you need to stop,” Lacy said as she tossed a shirt on the bed.
My brow scrunched. “Stop what?”
She walked in front of me and grabbed my shoulders. “This isn’t a game, Shiv. And this isn’t the kind of place for someone like you.”
My brows deepening further, I asked, “You don’t want me here?”
“She just means you’re a professional woman of intellect and this is a motorcycle club. She just doesn’t want you to get hurt,” Daisy said as she walked on her knees to the edge of the bed.
“I appreciate you both, but what’s the point of life if you don’t live it?”
Lacy’s face softened and she looked up at me. “This isn’t a vacation, Shiv. This is our life.”
“Speaking of, you’re getting married soon. How can you expect me to miss that?”
“Psht, an airplane can carry you back. That’s not a reason to stay here.”
“But then I’d miss all the fun stuff. Daisy had a courthouse wedding.” I turned to her and said, “No offense.”
Daisy answered, “None taken.”
“I want to help you with the dress shopping, and the bachelorette party, and the ceremony.Andyou can make Jackal walk me down the aisle! How can you expect me to not be here?”
Daisy smirked. “Well, you can’t argue with that.”
“Shiv, I love you. I just—”
I grabbed her hands and clasped them together. “Lacy, I love you. But listen to me. I’m a big girl. I want to try something new and find my own way. I can’t do that if I go home. And we’re different, but I’m not better than you. And aren’t I safer with these guys if therearebad guys out there?”
“Maybe. And I do need help with the wedding stuff. Plus, I did promise you a biker daddy.”
“That you did.” She may have promised me a biker daddy, but I’d snag him myself. I was nothing if not persistent.
Chapter 11
