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unperceptively towards the door. Then he was back on me.
“You’re gonna want to step back, Diego.”
“No fucking way, Jules.”
“She belongs to Prosper, and you are going to step the fuck away.” Jules crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Prosper’s? You telling me that Raine is Prosper’s old lady, Jules?” Diego held his ground.
“No, Diego. I’m telling you that Raine is Prosper’s family. You going to make me keep telling you to get that vise grip off, Brother?” Jules looked him in the eye.
“Prosper here?” Diego asked and I held my breath waiting for the answer.
Jules nodded once.
Diego didn’t let go, but he visibly loosened the death grip. I tried to yank myself away from him.
He looked at Jules. “This doesn’t make sense, man. Are you telling me that Raine is family, as in daughter?”
“Not sure myself, Brother. But there’s been a note hanging behind that bar for as long as I’ve been in the MC, and from what I hear longer than that. As far as anyone knows, it has been there a good twenty. That light outside? Shines all night long. Prosper pays that.”
“What’s the note say? Exactly?” Diego was looking at me.
My eyes were glued to Jules. Holding my breath.
“Note reads that if a chick named Raine ever comes in that door looking for Prosper, it means she needs safe. And she gets safe. If Prosper’s not here, he’s found. No matter where. No matter when. No matter what. Brother minding the store takes care of that. Prosper not around permanently, whoever’s minding the store takes care then too,” Jules replied, looking at Diego’s hand still on my arm.
“Look, D, I see you got some kind of stake in this. But the way I see it, twenty years the brother has kept a light burning, and the chick has not used that out. Now she shows up with a face that looks like a punching bag, and you looking like you got something to do with it. I know you. I like you and I respect you. Just step the fuck back before this gets ugly, Diego.”
“You come here to be safe, Raine?” Diego’s eyes were on me, furious. “You come here because you feeling you’re not safe? Me coming to your house and fucking tending to your wounds. That shit was me keeping you safe. Me arranging it with the club so it’s settled. You keep the green, and Claire gets a pass. You tell me you don’t think that’s me keeping you safe?”
Then.
“You setting me up, Babe?” He dropped the hold on my arm.
I took a step away from him and reached into my pocket. My anxiety was so bad that my whole body was a mass of hard shaky movements. I shoved the money at him.
“You left this on the table.”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “Yeah, my point.”
“You brought it back. I got it for you. I got the shit beaten out of me to give it to you to keep my sister safe.” I was heaving, my chest ready to explode. I was confused and scared and my brain was still all what the fuck was the man I was running from doing in my safe place ?
“Yeah.” Diego was watching me.
“It was over. It was over . Then I go into my kitchen and there it was. All of it. You came two days early and waited in the dark. Then you left it. Like it was no good. Not enough.”
Big heaves now.
“You said that if the MC ever found out that Claire’s involvement was more than what she told you, then the money wouldn’t be good enough anymore. You never told me different. You never told me anything had changed. You never said safe . You never said settled. You never said pass .”
I went on with my heart beating in my chest. But I was getting some of my brave back.
“You were waiting for us in the dark two days early! You came after me when I ran. You took that money. You took it then you left without saying a word about bringing it back. Then it was back . It was back. And Jamie was in the papers. Jamie was beaten to death, and you left the money. You told me. You said it goes wrong, you would be looking for a
“You’re gonna want to step back, Diego.”
“No fucking way, Jules.”
“She belongs to Prosper, and you are going to step the fuck away.” Jules crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Prosper’s? You telling me that Raine is Prosper’s old lady, Jules?” Diego held his ground.
“No, Diego. I’m telling you that Raine is Prosper’s family. You going to make me keep telling you to get that vise grip off, Brother?” Jules looked him in the eye.
“Prosper here?” Diego asked and I held my breath waiting for the answer.
Jules nodded once.
Diego didn’t let go, but he visibly loosened the death grip. I tried to yank myself away from him.
He looked at Jules. “This doesn’t make sense, man. Are you telling me that Raine is family, as in daughter?”
“Not sure myself, Brother. But there’s been a note hanging behind that bar for as long as I’ve been in the MC, and from what I hear longer than that. As far as anyone knows, it has been there a good twenty. That light outside? Shines all night long. Prosper pays that.”
“What’s the note say? Exactly?” Diego was looking at me.
My eyes were glued to Jules. Holding my breath.
“Note reads that if a chick named Raine ever comes in that door looking for Prosper, it means she needs safe. And she gets safe. If Prosper’s not here, he’s found. No matter where. No matter when. No matter what. Brother minding the store takes care of that. Prosper not around permanently, whoever’s minding the store takes care then too,” Jules replied, looking at Diego’s hand still on my arm.
“Look, D, I see you got some kind of stake in this. But the way I see it, twenty years the brother has kept a light burning, and the chick has not used that out. Now she shows up with a face that looks like a punching bag, and you looking like you got something to do with it. I know you. I like you and I respect you. Just step the fuck back before this gets ugly, Diego.”
“You come here to be safe, Raine?” Diego’s eyes were on me, furious. “You come here because you feeling you’re not safe? Me coming to your house and fucking tending to your wounds. That shit was me keeping you safe. Me arranging it with the club so it’s settled. You keep the green, and Claire gets a pass. You tell me you don’t think that’s me keeping you safe?”
Then.
“You setting me up, Babe?” He dropped the hold on my arm.
I took a step away from him and reached into my pocket. My anxiety was so bad that my whole body was a mass of hard shaky movements. I shoved the money at him.
“You left this on the table.”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “Yeah, my point.”
“You brought it back. I got it for you. I got the shit beaten out of me to give it to you to keep my sister safe.” I was heaving, my chest ready to explode. I was confused and scared and my brain was still all what the fuck was the man I was running from doing in my safe place ?
“Yeah.” Diego was watching me.
“It was over. It was over . Then I go into my kitchen and there it was. All of it. You came two days early and waited in the dark. Then you left it. Like it was no good. Not enough.”
Big heaves now.
“You said that if the MC ever found out that Claire’s involvement was more than what she told you, then the money wouldn’t be good enough anymore. You never told me different. You never told me anything had changed. You never said safe . You never said settled. You never said pass .”
I went on with my heart beating in my chest. But I was getting some of my brave back.
“You were waiting for us in the dark two days early! You came after me when I ran. You took that money. You took it then you left without saying a word about bringing it back. Then it was back . It was back. And Jamie was in the papers. Jamie was beaten to death, and you left the money. You told me. You said it goes wrong, you would be looking for a
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