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“You want me to drive you?” Grim asks.

“Would you? I’m just not feeling up to driving myself.”

“Of course.”

“Hey, you know who else can drive? Me.”

“Indie, please ...”

“Fine. I’ll just stay here in the dark, unpacking your belongings.”

“I don’t ... I don’t have any belongings,” I murmur, and even I can hear the sadness in my voice. “I lost almost everything with my apartment.”

“Yeah, well. Ivy and I went shopping with Jett’s credit card. So, now you do. No offence, but the biker-whore look just wasn’t for you.”

I sigh and shake my head. The last thing I want is Jett spending more money on me, but I don’t have time to debate this.

“Go,” Indie says. “Be with this mysterious husband of yours—who I knew nothing about—but you and I are going to have a conversation. And soon.”

“Can’t wait,” I mutter as I pull my hair into a ponytail and smooth my hands over my face. Just once, I would like to get through the day without crying.

“Take your key with you. We’ll lock up when we leave.”

I give her a tight smile and pull on the leather jacket I borrowed from Ivy as I head for the door. “Thanks.”

“Raine?”

I turn and glance at my friend.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but it’s all gonna be okay.”

“I hope you’re right.”

JETT

AFTER TANK AND I GETdone tying up a deal with the president of The Diablo’s Devils—an ex-rival MC and our newest allies, seeing as an Arian sect wants us all dead after taking their shipment of guns from the Russians—I head over to Raine’s apartment. But before I even make it there, I spot Raine and Grim on the highway heading north, and turn the bike around so I can tail them. Grim’s no idiot. By the way he checks his mirrors every three fucking seconds, I know he’s aware that I’m following them. So I give up the pretence and ride alongside them until Grim pulls into the parking lot of a nursing home.