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tell me, Hilary?” Tiny said.
    “I’m sure Hawk filled you in, but I’ll own up to my
mistakes. I did some digging and went too deep, and they caught me, and now I
have a massive target on my back. I took all the precautions I could. If I had
thought this was unsafe, I never would’ve tried it.”
    “At least you’re honest about it. I’m not mad. I’m sure
they’ve been watching all of you girls for a long time. It’s luck that nothing
happened until tonight,” Tiny said. Her shoulders relaxed. Her relief was an
unspoken but palpable thing. Did she think we’d actually put her out?
    “Specs, Gadget, tell me you got something for us to use,”
Tiny said as he walked over to the small station they had set up at the end of
the table.
    “Notes and my thoughts on the best way to approach these
girls. I wanted to ask Juliette. She would go a long way toward convincing
them,” said Gadget.
    Tiny nodded. “I promise you soon Milo Prescott a.k.a. Emmit
Rice and Quinn Tideswell a.k.a. Linden Lewis won’t be people any of you need to
worry about. This has gone on too long, and the casualties are rising,” Tiny
said.
    “W-what are you planning on doing with them? If they all die
it’s going to look damn suspicious,” Hilary said quietly.
    Tiny arched an eyebrow. “Normally I wouldn’t answer this
question, but you’ve done too much of the legwork to be shut out. We’re going
to handle this more civilly. That’s all you need to know,” Tiny said. His voice
took on a hard edge Hawk knew all too well. Hilary’s eyes grew round. Yeah,
he’s not fucking with you. Don’t make him put you in your place. She gave a
curt nod
    “Find everything you can. Tonight we’ll call church and get
this shit going. Hawk, make your explanations.” Tiny turned to Hawk, who shook
his head.
    “Hilary, let’s head back to my cabin. You’re going to be
with me for a while,” Hawk said.
    “I’m sorry?”
    Me too.
    “We’ll talk once we get there,” he said not about to be
embarrassed in front of his brothers. She was gearing up for a blowout. He
could see it in the turned down corners of her mouth and the fire in the depths
of her brown eyes. She wrapped her arms around her waist and followed him out
the door. Her delicate jaw tensed and released. She’s going to let me have
it when we get inside. Funny that this woman had more balls than any woman
three times her size.
    They stepped inside the cabin and he gestured toward the
couch. “You should take a seat.”
    “I’ll stand.”
    He shrugged. “We’re going to call off lockdown, make them
think they have one over on us, and you’ll be going undercover with me.”
    “Undercover as what? No one would buy me as a biker babe,”
she said with a scowl.
    “You’d be surprised what good makeover will do. You’re going
to be a house mouse, my house mouse.”
    “Your what?”
    “House mouse. It’s a woman taken in as part of some sort of
deal. She works off the debt in ways predetermined before she arrived at a
brother’s home.”
    “You’re turning me into some sort of prostitute?” Her shrill
voice made him wince.
    “Because they do a number of things, from keeping house, to
caring for kids. Not everything is sexual, Hilary. Or is that what you’d like
to do with our agreement?”
    “N-no,” she stuttered.
    Seeing her frazzled made him smirk. “For me, it’d be a
glorified maid.” He shrugged.
    “Listen, Harpy, if I took you, you’d want it, and I’d damn
sure be shutting that mouth of yours. This is to keep you safe. You think I
want you all up in my space? Cause I don’t. Pres laid this down, so we’re
following it to the letter.” Her mouth opened and closed. “What, cat got your
tongue?” he goaded. If he had to be uncomfortable, she could be too.
    “You’re such an asshole.”
    “Not the first time I’ve heard that and it sure as hell
won’t be the last. Let’s lay down some ground rules. Then maybe we can avoid
killing one