Page 185 of Bone’s Choice

She stirred. “Bone?”

“Go back to sleep.”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and reached for my jeans. The engine got louder.

Nobody should’ve been coming down the road at—I grabbed my phone from the nightstand—three seventeen.

What the fuck?

“What’s wrong?”

I pulled on my jeans and looked over my shoulder. Hazel had pushed herself up onto one elbow. Her hair was all over the place, and the sheet was pulled across her chest. “Nothing.”

“You’re putting pants on at three in the morning.”

“Stay here.”

“That doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“Hazel.”

She blinked at me.

“Stay here.”

Something in my voice must’ve gotten through because she nodded. “Okay.”

I grabbed my gun from the nightstand, shoved it into the back of my jeans, and pulled on a T-shirt.

Headlights swept across the wall.

My whole body went tight.

Whoever was out there was close.

Too fucking close.

I grabbed my cut and shrugged it on as I opened the bedroom door.

Another door opened down the hallway. Myth stepped out wearing jeans and nothing else. “You hear that?”

“Yeah.”

Humpty’s door opened. “What the fuck?”

“Vehicle,” Myth said.

“No shit,” Humpty grunted.

Dealer came out next.

Then the rest of guys appeared within seconds.

Everyone had heard it.

The clubhouse wasn’t built in a place where people accidentally drove past. There was nowhere to accidentally fucking go. You came down our road because you meant to come down our road.

And at three seventeen in the morning, nobody had any business being here.