“I figure we all have our shit, yeah? And sometimes, as loyal as we might be, that shit isn’t anyone else’s business. So long as the work is done and you pull your weight when you are here, I don’t think I need to give you too much shit.”
That was… interesting.
Almost as if to say that Brooks himself had some “shit” that wasn’t “anyone’s business.”
“I think the only thing that I need to know is if this shit that is coming to a head between you two is going to fuck with the rest of the club.”
“It won’t,” I assured him.
But all he gave me was a head shake.
“Sounds like a familiar fucking story,” he said before turning and making his way back into the clubhouse.
I was just reaching for my phone to call my sister under the pretense of a friendly, brotherly call, so I could see if maybe Louana was with her, when the text came in.
Now.
“Fuck,” I hissed, feeling that familiar knot in my stomach.
But it was just one job, right?
Then my fucking life was mine again.
No more shady characters lurking in the background, tracking me down, making me lie to all my loved ones and friends.
With a sigh, I shot off a text before heading back to the prospect room, putting my phone down on my bed, then going into my storage cabinet to search for my gun.
I was just tucking it into my waistband when the door opened and Voss walked in.
His keen gaze moved over me, taking in the gun, and the mood hanging around me like a dark cloud.
“It’s one night,” I told him before he could even ask. “One night and it is all over.”
To that, Voss nodded, but let out a sigh.
“Is it safe?”
“What, in our life, is safe?” I asked. “And, no,” I went on, knowing what was going to come next. “You can’t come. I’ll be back by the morning.”
“Okay,” Voss said, nodding.
“Then it is all over,” I said again.
“Are you trying to convince me of that, or yourself?” he asked as I walked past him, making my way to the door.
I didn’t answer him.
I couldn’t.
Because Brooks was right.
I’d been lying to myself about the shit with Louana. But I’d also been lying to myself about how easy it would be to extract myself from this whole shitstorm from my past.
They told me it would be one job.
But I knew how this worked.
Once they had another one lined up, they’d be texting me again.