“Maybe, trust me?”
Turning, I walk inside and take my place at the table. Gwen steps into our meeting room, and Reaper shuts the door.
“What were you thinking?” Reaper’s voice cuts through the tension as he strides around the table, taking his place at its head.
Gwen, undeterred, places a hand on her hip. “Let’s be clear,youshut me out. I was simply following a lead.”
“By trailing me and Winchester?” my tone bristles with frustration. “Did it even occur to that pretty, pampered brain of yours that you could have been in danger? Why do you think we met with the Khans? For our health?”
Gwen throws her hands in the air. “Oh, shut it! I came to you with evidence, and you all shut me down. What did you want me to do? Sit at home like a good little woman and do nothing?”
I rise from my seat so abruptly that it slams against the wall. “No, I expected you to trustmeand let the MC handle it,” I retort, my voice echoing with frustration.
“That’ll do,” Reaper interjects, his authoritative tone halting our exchange. We both turn our attention to him. “What did you hope to accomplish by tailing Winchester and Highway?”
“To find out who went after the MC.”
“And why do you care?”
Gwen glances at me. “My sister is in this life.” She turns to face Reaper. “You’re her partner. The MC has been good to me and my dad.” Gwen sighs. “I only wanted to help.” Her voice has dropped to a whisper.
“You were lucky. The Khans could have made you disappear without a trace.”
“I’m—”
“Now’s not the time for you to speak.” Reaper stands. “Winchester, give her a crash course on how not to be seen.”
Winchester nods. “I can do that.”
“Highway, make sure she stays out of trouble. And Gwen, you don’t ever go off on your own again. When we tell you it’s club business, you keep out of it. Are we clear?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good. Now, I’ve got to debrief Creed.” Reaper leaves the room.
Gwen is the first to speak. “What just happened?”
“I think Reaper knows your sister and knows you won’t go away quietly. Come on, I’ll show you how to blend.” Winchester stands. “Unless you’d rather he handed you over to the Khans?”
“No, no, no. He was scary.”
“You haven’t seen scary,” I state as I stalk out of the room.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gwen asks as she grabs my arm.
“Oh, princess, you’re going to learn what that means later.”
Winchester laughs, and Gwen lets go of my arm and steps back. I give her a once-over, then walk up the stairs to my room.
Women in this life do as they are told, and no matter whatReaper has to say, Gwen will do asIsay.
ChapterSeven
WINCHESTER
Sergeant at Arms
There is a dive bar on the edge of town, the kind of place that reeks of trouble. It’s where I’m introducing Gwen to the shadier parts of the MC life.
