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Briar’s gone.

I did the only thing I knew I could do. I contacted the people looking for Briar, and I gave them our location. I said she found me and I took her in, but then I found out about the reward for her and now I want the money.

I couldn’t give a shit less about the money. I just wanted —needed— her gone.

And now I can think clearly again, without her engaging laugh and gentle voice. Her big emerald eyes that are so open and honest, and her beautiful face and body walking around my house.

But a small, small voice in the back of my head whispers that I made a mistake by letting them take her.

My gate camera dings on my phone and I pull it out, and I'm both annoyed and relieved to see Mason’s face on the other end. “I’m getting really fucking tired of seeing your ugly face in my camera,” I sigh.

Saint shoves Mason aside and takes his place in front of the camera. “Our girl is missing and I need a helicopter. Let me in or I’m jumping this fucking gate.”

My eyebrows raise. I see they’re sharing now. Good for them. “Oh, joy. You brought grumpy.” I click the button to open the gates and walk to the door to meet them. I'm intrigued, and I could really use the distraction right now.

Turns out Saint and Mason brought two other members, Jack and Leo.

We pile into my chopper, and Mason hands me his phone to show me where we’re going. My eyes narrow as I move the map around to be sure that I’m not seeing things out of guilt. This distraction is not going how I intended. “Why are we going to Martin Island?” I ask slowly.

“What?” He turns to look at me, and I eye him wearily. “I didn’t know what the island’s name was. What’s on the island, Miles?”

I tell the bikers about the dark demise of Martin Island and La Lujuria, though I lie about the exact details of how I got Briar here.

Briar.

Why can’t I get her out of my fucking brain, and why do I feel like I’m going to throw up every time I think about her?