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and walked out of the bathroom, right into Red.
He surveyed her face and asked, “How’re you doing?”
“I’m good.” She gave him a genuine smile. She liked Red. She knew he was a veterinarian in his ‘real’ life, as the guys called it, and that he was also an avid rescuer of dogs and cats and other battered animals. He was also a ruthless killer who’d done time for shooting a man in a bar fight. How he could manage to be so many things was confusing. “How’re you?”
Red smiled. “Damn good. I found a dog somebody dumped earlier today, so I can’t stick around. Gotta go check on the pup.”
“I don’t know why people do that.” Her heart ached for the adorable mutt she imagined in her head.
Red sighed. “They cut the little fella’s foot off and threw him off a bridge. When we found him, he was sitting in the middle of a canal on a little potato chip wrapper. He was just sitting there, all beaten down and broken. He didn’t even try to run when I went to him. He expected me to hurt him. He’s a trouper, though, and he’s going to come through it.”
Katie’s heart squeezed. “Thank you for getting him out of there.”
He chuckled. “Guess I should warn you, Morgan’s already laid dibs on the fella. Says he’ll call him Tripod and give him to you. Says you’re the only woman in the world who’d see the gift of a three-legged as what it is.”
She grinned. “I’d be honored if Tri wanted to hang with me.”
“Tri?” He banged his forehead. “Shit! It was supposed to be a surprise, so don’t tell Morgan I told you.” His eyes crinkled into nets of wrinkles as he added, “You know, Morgan must think you’re something real special. He never gave anyone anything before. Any woman, I mean. I was beginning to think the man had no intention of ever settling down. You’re good for him. Don’t think we don’t all know it.”
“He’s good for me,” she said softly.
Red grinned. “Then the two of you should get along just fine.”
CHAPTER 7
Morgan flew down on the roads on his bike, heading straight to Craig’s. He knew Craig wouldn’t be there, but he had to check. Frustrated that he was right, he pulled back onto the road and considered going to Lisa’s old place, but stopped. Craig wouldn’t be there either; he expected to be found there. He also wouldn’t be anywhere near Nate and his crew—or near any crew, for that matter.
Once exiled, going to another crew was a death sentence, or, worse, it would make sure he was put way down in the ranks, and Craig’s ego wouldn’t let that happen. He’d never be satisfied being a prospect for another crew.
That left one place.
Morgan pulled out onto the roads and zipped around cars and trucks as he headed downtown. Craig would have to be at the last club where Lisa had worked. He’d probably gotten a little dope and cut it, then started selling it to the girls there. Ironic, all things considered, but Craig wasn’t big on seeing irony.
As he rode through the sun-splashed streets, Morgan to figure out what the hell was going on. Why would Craig go after Katie and threaten to take down the club? Craig had been his brother. Maybe he should have just fought Nate, and let the chips fall where they may. It would have kept Craig in the crew, and at his side. They might have been able to work out the rest.
It would have ended in bloodshed, and Morgan knew it. One of them dead, possibly both of them.
The streets he rode became seedier with each passing block. The trendy restaurants and shops became fast food places and stores with signs reading E-Z Credit, the car dealerships became used car lots with dusty, sagging pennants and tired-looking cars sitting on the buckled and pitted asphalt of the lots.
The houses spread out, straggling, sagging things with patched roofs and overgrown lawns. Kids played in the streets, their ill-fitting clothes and makeshift toys tugging at his memory.
Nobody would ever understand the bond
He surveyed her face and asked, “How’re you doing?”
“I’m good.” She gave him a genuine smile. She liked Red. She knew he was a veterinarian in his ‘real’ life, as the guys called it, and that he was also an avid rescuer of dogs and cats and other battered animals. He was also a ruthless killer who’d done time for shooting a man in a bar fight. How he could manage to be so many things was confusing. “How’re you?”
Red smiled. “Damn good. I found a dog somebody dumped earlier today, so I can’t stick around. Gotta go check on the pup.”
“I don’t know why people do that.” Her heart ached for the adorable mutt she imagined in her head.
Red sighed. “They cut the little fella’s foot off and threw him off a bridge. When we found him, he was sitting in the middle of a canal on a little potato chip wrapper. He was just sitting there, all beaten down and broken. He didn’t even try to run when I went to him. He expected me to hurt him. He’s a trouper, though, and he’s going to come through it.”
Katie’s heart squeezed. “Thank you for getting him out of there.”
He chuckled. “Guess I should warn you, Morgan’s already laid dibs on the fella. Says he’ll call him Tripod and give him to you. Says you’re the only woman in the world who’d see the gift of a three-legged as what it is.”
She grinned. “I’d be honored if Tri wanted to hang with me.”
“Tri?” He banged his forehead. “Shit! It was supposed to be a surprise, so don’t tell Morgan I told you.” His eyes crinkled into nets of wrinkles as he added, “You know, Morgan must think you’re something real special. He never gave anyone anything before. Any woman, I mean. I was beginning to think the man had no intention of ever settling down. You’re good for him. Don’t think we don’t all know it.”
“He’s good for me,” she said softly.
Red grinned. “Then the two of you should get along just fine.”
CHAPTER 7
Morgan flew down on the roads on his bike, heading straight to Craig’s. He knew Craig wouldn’t be there, but he had to check. Frustrated that he was right, he pulled back onto the road and considered going to Lisa’s old place, but stopped. Craig wouldn’t be there either; he expected to be found there. He also wouldn’t be anywhere near Nate and his crew—or near any crew, for that matter.
Once exiled, going to another crew was a death sentence, or, worse, it would make sure he was put way down in the ranks, and Craig’s ego wouldn’t let that happen. He’d never be satisfied being a prospect for another crew.
That left one place.
Morgan pulled out onto the roads and zipped around cars and trucks as he headed downtown. Craig would have to be at the last club where Lisa had worked. He’d probably gotten a little dope and cut it, then started selling it to the girls there. Ironic, all things considered, but Craig wasn’t big on seeing irony.
As he rode through the sun-splashed streets, Morgan to figure out what the hell was going on. Why would Craig go after Katie and threaten to take down the club? Craig had been his brother. Maybe he should have just fought Nate, and let the chips fall where they may. It would have kept Craig in the crew, and at his side. They might have been able to work out the rest.
It would have ended in bloodshed, and Morgan knew it. One of them dead, possibly both of them.
The streets he rode became seedier with each passing block. The trendy restaurants and shops became fast food places and stores with signs reading E-Z Credit, the car dealerships became used car lots with dusty, sagging pennants and tired-looking cars sitting on the buckled and pitted asphalt of the lots.
The houses spread out, straggling, sagging things with patched roofs and overgrown lawns. Kids played in the streets, their ill-fitting clothes and makeshift toys tugging at his memory.
Nobody would ever understand the bond
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