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teeth, got dressed, and went to work. When your paycheck came, you paid the bills and bought groceries. But, every step of the way, you walked through life inside your head, never letting anyone else into your thoughts. No one knows you, Momma. You don't fucking know me."
    Amy backed away. "You're right. I don't know you, but you're fooling yourself if you think I believe for one minute you're crazy. When you were with Sarah, you were quiet. A loner. Half the time, I could never figure out if you were happy to see her or if she was someone you wanted at your side to impress your friends. I don't even think Sarah knew if you cared about—"
    "Shut up." He grabbed her upper arms, lifted her off her feet, and shook her. "I cared. More than you'll ever know."
    "Then prove it by giving me some money to get to Oregon," she said, kicking her feet against his shins. "You won't ever have to see me again. I'll mail you as much cash as I can every week after I find a job and a place to rent."
    He dropped her, wiping his hands across his chest. His body vibrated with anger and awareness. He'd lose his head completely with Amy around.
    "I can't," he whispered.
    "Why not?"
    He growled, pulling at the top of his hair. "I've got fifteen hundred dollars saved up. It's not enough to help you."
    "But..." She let her head fall back and gazed at the ceiling. "Shit. You don't have a job."
    "I have a job." He walked over and sat on the bed. "Sorta."
    "What do you do? Is that where you went early this morning?"
    He lifted his head. "I work for the club, and then I do whatever needs to be done."
    Amy sat down beside her. "I'll figure out something. I know you don't want me here, and I only want to go somewhere safe."
    "Not until I make a call to Reds and then wait to see if they'll hold up to their word." He glanced at her hand.
    Slim fingers, similar to Sarah's, held a world of problems. He squeezed her hand and let go. The sooner he got rid of her, the faster she could move on with her life away from every reminder of what she'd lost. Away from him.

Chapter Six
    A t least twenty Moroad members stood around the fire behind the motel where Jacko held the phone to his ear, grabbing everyone's attention. A loud pop broke the silence. Amy jolted, grabbing the man beside her.
    "It was a car backfiring on River Road." The man glanced down at her hands on his arm and grinned. "Probably a piece of shit beater."
    "Oh." She let go of him and straightened her shoulders. "It just surprised me is all."
    "My name's Jeremy." Jeremy widened his stance.
    Unable to guess his age, she picked up on him being the youngest Moroad member. She glanced at Jacko, who still stayed silent on the phone, and whispered, "I'm Amy."
    "Yeah, I already got your name." Jeremy gazed down at her breasts. "Are you with Jacko?"
    "Yes." She shook her head and glanced at him again with a smirk. "No, not with him that way. He's..."
    How was she supposed to explain her situation? Jacko told her to keep all information to herself. While Cam, Bear, and Johnson understood what was happening, she had no idea if Jacko informed the rest of his club about Reds burning down her house and Los Li wanting her as some sex slave in Mexico.
    "He's only a friend," she said, playing it safe.
    Jeremy grinned. "Jacko doesn't keep women as friends. He's either fucking them, or he's never met them yet."
    She curled her lip. "I didn't need that information. Like I said, we're friends."
    "If you say so," Jeremy said, pulling out a can of chewing tobacco.
    She walked a few feet away and leaned against the back of the motel. Five years had changed Jacko. Not only personality wise, but his need to fit in with his club. He all but ignored her when everyone came over. The jokes, the swaying, the outbursts of laughter made her think he wanted them to like him. The old Jacko wouldn't want to be the center of attention. His true personality leaned toward loner status, a rebel with an attitude.
    Jacko held up his hand. She