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"It's too dangerous. As soon as the rest of the world wakes, I'm calling the president of Reds to see what needs to be done next."
    "Do you honestly think he's going to tell you he burnt down my house and left me a note?"
    He nodded. "There are reasons why Moroad can get answers from Reds. We have an agreement with them, and it's in their best interest to deal with us."
    Moroad ran the inside of the Idaho State Penitentiary. The other gangs inside and outside consisted of Blues—an all-black membered gang. Reds—a Latino gang. And, Los Li, who were the strong arm of the Mexican mafia and worked on the states side. Moroad had more members inside and held power over the other gangs. The extortion money to keep Moroad safe also kept wages going to the Moroad member inside of the prison and let those on the outside gain some freedom they wouldn't otherwise have with a felon patch on them.
    If Reds refused to talk with him, he'd go in front of the club and demand Moroad put pressure on them. He'd do whatever needed to be done to protect Amy.
    She blew out her breath and sagged on her spot on the bed. "I'd feel more comfortable far away. It doesn't make sense for me to remain here with you in the motel."
    "Get it straight. You're not going anywhere right now." He pushed off the wall. "Jesus Christ. Stop with the attitude of thinking you have the answers on how I need to handle the situation. You ran to me. I never came looking for you. I had hoped never to see you again."
    "Great." Amy looked away. "Then, please, tell me what you think I should've done."
    It dawned on him that she'd driven out of Montana. Yet, she said she'd slept in strangers unlocked cars since arriving. "How did you get here?"
    "I drove," she said.
    "Where's your car?"
    "Maybe that's something else you can tell me, because I don't have a clue." She stood and dropped the half-eaten part of her donut back in the box. "On my second night here, I went over to the community hall to line up for my free daily sandwich. When I went back to the car, it was gone."
    "Stolen?"
    She shrugged. "I guess, or the sheriff had it towed away. It really doesn't matter, because I don't even have a dollar on me to buy the car back from the tow truck company if that's what happened. I was lucky enough I had a full tank of gas to make the trip to Federal."
    Two weeks she'd suffered alone, scared, and homeless. Anything could've happened to her. She was damn lucky to be alive.
    "I'll fix this." He paced the room. "I'll get Reds and Los Li to stay away from you, and set you up somewhere safe. All that takes time, and you need to deal with staying out of my way and not questioning me."
    "Let me borrow some money, and I'll pay you back. I promise." She stood, smoothing out the front of her shirt against her flat stomach. "I can go to Oregon. I've heard it's pretty there, and it's far from Idaho."
    Thoughts inside his head roared, and he couldn't gather a response. His hand shook, and he punched the wall. The pain helped him focus. He beat his knuckles against the sheetrock until a dent formed, and then he used his energy to make the hole bigger.
    She refused to listen and trust him. That damn red hair both of the O'Harris women had made them stubborn and independent.
    "Jacko, stop." Amy grabbed his arm. "What is wrong with you?"
    He ripped his arm away from her and swung with his other arm. Back and forth, he boxed the wall, shutting her out. He'd lost the meaning of life when Sarah died. He'd be damned if Los Li took Amy, too.
    "Dammit, stop." Amy pushed against him. "Jacko!"
    He dropped his hands to his sides and grinned. "Always worrying about others, aren't you, Momma."
    "You're scaring me." Amy sucked in a breath. "You've changed."
    "Everyone changes." He leaned his head back until he jeopardized his balance. "You've changed. I've changed. The world fucking changes, and we adapt. You can't tell me that after a while, after the pain numbs you, you kept living. You got up, brushed your