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stayed against the wall while everyone else stepped closer.
    "I'm not someone you can keep waiting, Franco." Jacko walked in a circle, ignoring his MC brothers surrounding him. "I want to know what your plans are for Amy O'Harris."
    Jacko stopped, dug the heel of his boot in the overgrown grass, and stared at the ground. Amy shivered, crossing her arms to keep the chill from making her shake. Ever since losing all her extra weight, she could never get warm. The slightest breeze during the day gave her goosebumps and the nights in the Bitterroot Mountains made her bones ache.
    "Was that a direct order from Los Li?" Jacko asked the person on the phone.
    The men around Jacko went still. Their bodies stiffened and practically grew twice as wide in front of her. She hugged herself tighter. The conversation went over her head, but the reaction from Moroad came through loud and clear.
    They each took any mention of Los Li seriously.
    Jacko's gaze snapped to hers. "Then we have a problem. She belongs to me and is Moroad property."
    Cam stepped forward. Jacko backed away, shaking his head, refusing to hand over the phone. The she in the conversation was obviously her. She slid down the wall and sat on her heels, making herself smaller so to go unnoticed. Since Jacko refused to talk to her like a normal person, she needed to hear the conversation.
    Jacko's free hand fisted at his side, and he bounced on his toes. She bit her lip, studying him. Was his fidgeting a tic he'd developed in prison or something he'd kept hidden when he was with Sarah?
    No, he'd always sat around the house with ease, never agitated or easily bothered. Sarah had given him many chances to show his true colors with her jealousy and immaturity, and Jacko always took her mischievous attitude in stride. At times, Amy even believed Jacko had found her sister amusing.
    When Jacko claimed Sarah and announced she should move in with him, things between them changed. One day, Sarah would be excited about living in Jacko's rental house and the next, she'd pull away and exert her independence, taking Jacko on a chase Amy found immature. Sarah was too young for the type of relationship he wanted and no matter how many times Amy tried to talk with her sister, Sarah failed to understand how her lack of seriousness harmed the relationship. Sarah loved Jacko, but it wasn't a mature love meant to last forever.
    Given time, she was sure Sarah would grow up and with Jacko's guidance and patience, they could've made it work. Amy raised her shoulders, absorbing the shiver, remembering how Jacko had grabbed her in anger and seconds later totally changed his personality. The way Jacko behaved lately, she no longer had confidence in his ability to accept responsibility for anyone, much less himself.
    Cam motioned Jacko to cover the phone, and then he said, "Los Li's out of our reach. We can only control those in prison. You need to shut Reds down, get them away from dealing with Los Li, or we'll go against them with the extortion. They'll lose a man a week for every seven days that passes without any obvious sign they've stopped dealing with Los Li. I'm getting fucking tired of their bullshit, trying to gain power over us. Tell him the same thing will happen to him that happened to his last leader."
    Jacko held the covered phone above his head. "I know which Reds member is working with Los Li. He's scheduled to get out in a month, and he's not going to live a day outside the prison. Fucking hell, Cam, I need to do this. It's the only reason I'm on the outside right now."
    Cam poked his finger in Jacko's chest, pushing him back. "Don't fuck up the extortion agreement."
    "Yeah, yeah, I won't." Jacko laughed loud enough for everyone in the area to hear and shook his head.
    Cam limped away from the fire. Amy pressed a hand to her temple. Jacko planned to stop the Reds member in a month. What did stop mean? Was he going to kill him?
    "Franco?" Jacko lifted his shirt, rubbing his stomach, his