Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

“Baby… no.”

“Lark, that’s not possible,” Lou said at almost the exact same time.

“He’s my best friend.”

“You came to me to help protect you. You can trust your best friend with me too,” I assured her. “And it won’t just be me. I will get some of the other guys to help out.”

“I get the sense that you’re not going to give in on this.”

“No, I’m not,” I confirmed. I didn’t usually tell people how to live their lives, but I had to draw the line when it came to something so dangerous.

Sure, she was someone who risked her life to save some innocent dogs. But she was no hardened criminal. She’d admitted that when she’d been attacked, she had been too shocked to respond.

There was no way she could get involved in a hostage sort of situation that could involve shooting.

“I don’t like it, but I understand,” she said, biting her lower lip, more worried than she was letting on.

“I have her. Go meet up with your friends,” Lou said, giving me a nod.

“Oh, wait. I have to get Lyle,” Lark said.

“Who is Lyle?”

“A dog,” I told him. “You might not want to get too close to him,” I added as we walked back toward Lark’s car that I was going to need to borrow.

“You’ll call me, right?” she asked, looking up at me with these doe eyes that, as fucked in the head as it was, somehow made me want to bend her over the hood of the car.

“Absolutely,” I assured her. “Detective, he’s going to call Lark again…” I said.

“I’ll handle it,” Lou assured me. “Buy you some time.”

“Okay. It’s going to be okay,” I assured her, reaching out to touch her shoulder, then getting in the car and driving off, dialing Huck as I went.

“Yo?”

“Problem.”

“When an unknown woman somehow finds herself in our club, that is usually how it goes,” he said, letting out a humorless chuckle.

“I need some of the guys.”

“Yep. Sounds about right. How about you take Seeley and the two prospects?”

“The prospects?”

“Gotta make their bones somehow,” Huck said. “If Seeley vouches for them, we know they have what it takes.”

That was fair enough.

Seeley took his work very seriously. He would never let the club become weaker by allowing friends of his who weren’t worthy to become a part of it.

“Okay. Sounds good. I need some extra guns and ammo, but I don’t want to waste time coming back there.”

“I will have Alaric suit everyone up. Where are they meeting you?”

“Tell them by the old clubhouse.”

“Alright. They’ll be on their way in ten.”