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“It will tear the club apart. I can see that coming. Chance can too, which is why he’s trying to get Jinx to trust him with the secret. Jinx won’t open up. He seems almost desperate to be a part of us and wants to live it up while he can. I can’t think of anything that the kid could have done that could be so damaging.” Fanatic frowned.

“Jinx lives each day as his last,” I mused.

“Yeah, and I love Jinx for that. He’s suffered over those two shootings and that walk. Jinx still limps, but doesn’t let that stop him. Nope, whatever Jinx is hiding, he’ll not tell anyone yet. And no matter what this costs me, I’ll be by the kid’s side, even if that puts me against the club,” Fanatic stated.

“That’s huge coming from you.” Fanatic was Chance’s nephew and slated to take over until Dax was old enough. Fanatic didn’t realise it, but the rest of us did.

“It’s what’s right. Jinx risked himself for me. I won’t do anything less,” Fanatic replied. And that was why the prospects, at the very least, would follow Fanatic into hell.

Chapter Fifteen.

Hallie

Chance frowned when I entered the clubhouse with King and Rascal at my heels the next day. We’d had to give a statement about what happened.

“What?” I asked, pausing as horror crossed his face.

“Tell me you changed clothes in the last hour,” he snapped. Rascal and King exchanged confused looks.

“No, we’ve been at the station giving a report.”

Chance rushed over and hit a button on the wall. An alarm blared through the clubhouse, and people began appearing.

“What’s up?” Rascal asked, worried.

“I stood here twenty minutes ago talking to Hallie,” Chance answered.

“No, you didn’t…”

“Yeah, exactly!” Chance snapped. “Kira was here, and there’ll be a reason why. Search for explosives. Old ladies, check the kids!”

I clutched King’s arm as fear swept through me. “What can we do?”

“You’ve done enough. If not for you, Kira wouldn’t have been here.” Chance barked, and I flinched. King and I moved away from everyone bustling about.

Rascal sent Chance a warning look but snapped to attention when Chance began barking orders. Wow, he wasn’t going to stick up for me? Asshole.

“This isn’t your fault,” King said.

“No? Kira was doing something here. She came here because of me.”

“And Kira’s fucked in the head. Hallie, you didn’t cause that,” King argued.

My cell vibrated in my pocket, and I nodded. “Can you grab my sweater, please? I’m feeling chilled.”

King searched my face before heading for the door. With Rascal here, King felt safe leaving me.

I yanked my phone out and stared at the image. Mia Charlotte looked at me with furious eyes. I headed to King’s SUV without a moment’s hesitation. Climbing in, I started the engine as Rascal came out. He saw my face and ran toward me.

“Hallie! Don’t you dare!” he screamed. Without a second thought, I floored the accelerator. I shot down the road to the gate as Dollar tried to close it. I didn’t care; I wasn’t stopping. Wildly, I smashed through the gate and kept driving. There’d been an address, and I punched in the zip code. The sat nav brought up the route, and I frowned. That wasn’t even in Spearfish. I was heading somewhere just outside Deadwood.

Rascal

“Hallie’s left; she’s taken the gate out,” I announced, storming back into the clubhouse.

“What?” Chance demanded.

“You told Hallie this was her fault!” King snapped from behind.