“Okay, we need this. The club needs this.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”
She didn’t look at Dog this time.
“You’re sure?” Forge asked. “I can’t have you
hanging out with Beth after this.”
“Do you want me to help or not?” she asked with a laugh. “This is already hard, but I’ve heard about this Grass guy. He’s not good, and he’s going to ruin the club if he’s given the chance. I want to be able to help.” She clapped her hands together. “I’m ready.”
Forge took out the keys to the house, the car, along with the cell phone and paperwork. “Everything you need to know is in there. Tomorrow, a delivery of clothes in your size will arrive. I’ll organize them tonight.”
“It’ll be fast.”
“Yeah. It will. You’ll leave right now but you need to write a letter. A goodbye and a brief reason for your leaving. Can you do that?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Dog will be the one to hold it. Everyone knows you two are tight.”
Again, the pain.
She ignored it.
Moving toward the desk, she took a sheet of paper and the pen he offered. It didn’t need to be a long letter, but she knew without a doubt how she wanted to do this. After writing it out, she signed it and handed it over to Forge.
He read over it and looked up at her.
“What?”
“I know.”
Forge gave the letter to Dog. Rather than be silent, he read it out loud. “I know this is going to come as a shock to everyone, but I’m tired of being thought of as a club whore. I’m not. I’ve never been with a man. I’m a virgin, and I no longer wish to be part of this club. Stay away from me. Sable.” Dog looked up at her with confusion.
“In case you were wondering, it’s true. I’ve never been with a man.” She turned on her heel and left the clubhouse.
Chapter Three
“If they find out, she’s dead,” said Dog. “You do realize that?”
Forge shook his head. “They won’t act without my permission.”
It had been two nights. Two fucking nights. Sable was gone, and there were already rumors stirring around the club. Talk of her encounter with Hank had fueled speculation that she’d sold out. It was all part of Forge’s plan, but Dog didn’t like it. The Hell’s Slaves MC were deadly when it came to revenge.
Forge cracked open a beer, not a fucking worry in the world. Sparks from the bonfires danced into the night sky.
Dog ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. “That girl knows nothing about civilian life. She was born within these walls. It’s the only life she knows.”
“Which is why she’s ready to sacrifice for the club,” said Forge. “Now, get laid or grab a beer. This conversation is boring me.”
There was no point reasoning with the prez. Forge always put club matters first, and so did Dog, but Sable shouldn’t be used as a pawn. They were supposed to protect their own, even if they were club pussy.
Dog left the yard and took the stairs two at a time to get to his room. He kept replaying what Sable had said before she left. What she’d written in her letter.
It wasn’t possible that she was twenty-six and had never fucked a brother. How could she be a club whore and a virgin? It didn’t make sense. But he’d seen the sincerity and pain in her eyes when she’d said the words.
He wished he could turn off his emotions and do his damn job. He’d lived a violent life and not caring or thinking twice had been a benefit when it came to life in the Hell’s Slaves MC.
Sable made him weak.