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me, then. Right?” She thought about that, too, then shook her head again. “What are you scared of?”
     
    She opened her mouth, and I waited for her to speak. When she did, all she could say was, “I wanna go home. I have to go to school today.” It was a whisper, almost too quiet to hear.
     
    “You have school? Where’s your school?” I could leave her there.
     
    She thought about it, squeezing her eyes shut. Then, “I don’t know where it is.” She trembled, chin shaking.
     
    “Do you know what it’s called?”
     
    She shook her head. Of course she didn’t. She was a little kid.
     
    “How old are you?”
     
    “Seven.” I did the math. Yeah, that added up. Son of a bitch. Rae never even told me she was pregnant.
     
    “Do you know where you live?” Again, a head shake. Hadn’t her mother even taught the kid their address? Weren’t all kids supposed to know that? What kind of mother was Rae? I looked at the skinny, underdressed kid and got a few ideas.
     
    She burst into tears. I didn’t know what the hell to do. I looked at Flash, desperate for help. He shrugged. He didn’t have any more experience with kids than I did.
     
    “It’s okay. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” I reached toward her to pat her on the back, but she flinched away. Crawling to the corner of the sofa, she drew her knees up to her chest and held them in place, arms wrapped around them.
     
    I looked at Flash, then got up and crossed the room to him.
     
    I leaned toward him, whispering. “We need to find Rae, fast.”
     
    “Jesus, I haven’t seen her in years.”
     
    “Yeah, no shit.” I glanced over at Gigi. Still crying.
     
    “Any ideas?”
     
    “None. Kid doesn’t know, of course. Call up a few of the guys and hit the streets. Start asking questions. I hate to say it, but maybe start with the dealers. They might know.” Flash snickered in disgust. I couldn’t disagree with him.
     
    “You gonna be okay here with her? All alone?”
     
    “We won’t be alone for long.” The girls would be in soon, and they’d take care of her. Good thing, too, because I needed time to think. “Don’t waste time out there, either. I want her outta here as soon as possible. This is bullshit. A kid in the clubhouse.”
     
    “Got it.” Flash left, talking on his phone. Gathering some of the guys to hit the streets. When I got my hands on Rae, I would strangle the shit out of her for what she was doing to me. Leaving a kid on the doorstep.
     
    I watched as Flash rode away, the sound of Gigi crying filling my ears.
     
    It looked like I was a daddy.
     

Chapter Three
 
    Jamie
     
     
     
    It was dinnertime by the time I pulled up in front of the clubhouse. The building was ominous, reminding me of a hulking warehouse. I wondered if anybody lived there, and what the conditions could possibly be like inside the building. A little girl was in there. Not just a little girl, but Gigi. I couldn’t imagine it.
     
    A row of bikes sat out front along the wall leading to the door. They were all roughly the same. I had never understood the appeal of motorcycles. I liked a little more metal between myself and the road. Maybe it was the crash I once witnessed as a kid. A man wiped out on his bike not fifty feet from where my dad had stopped our car at a red light. The man on the bike ran the light and was hit by a car in the intersection. After almost twenty years, I still hadn’t forgotten the way he flew through the air, and the sickening thud as he hit the ground. Something like that was enough to get a kid away from motorcycles for their entire life.
     
    My hands were shaking, I realized. What sort of men were inside the building? Who were they? What did they do besides ride their motorcycles? I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know. The club members were notorious for getting into trouble—bar fights, vandalism, disorderly conduct, plus rumors of other even less savory activities. I shivered, not wanting to go inside.