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between him and the death penalty was Rennie. No one had expected her to show up to take the stand today—already, from what he’d seen, reporters were commenting on how Gunner’s elite network had managed to silence her. The elite network that happened to be in the audience—all save Dash.
    Most people likely assumed her dead—most including the man who wanted her dead.
    Dead she would be had the task of taking her out fallen on Pete or Jax’s shoulders. Either dumb fucking luck or the goddamned universe had intervened. Gunner knew precious little of Dash’s past before Lucifer’s Legion. He’d known enough to keep Dash from killing himself, to give him a reason to not follow his brother.
    Gunner had saved his life. Now he was asking for one.
    And were that life anyone but Rennie’s…
    “He killed two people,” Rennie repeated, her tone notching up an octave.
    “A dirty cop and a cheating bitch.” The words came out with more venom than Dash had intended, feeling almost rehearsed. Like he didn’t really mean them. Still, facts were facts. “Not the kinda people I’d cry too hard over.”
    Rennie recoiled, swallowing visibly. “So the sentence for infidelity is death?”
    “In this world, sugar, it’s the sentence for crossing Gunner.”
    “That’s barbaric.”
    He shrugged, then when he realized she couldn’t see him, said, “Tough shit.”
    “And Tanner was an asshole.” Her assessment caught him off guard, but she continued before he could dwell, “He was even a criminal asshole—”
    “Who you were on a date with.”
    Rennie made a face. Either surprise or disgust—he wasn’t sure. Maybe a combination. “Yeah. I was.”
    “Straight-shot, you are,” Dash said, settling in beside her. He’d never spent so much time in the garage without his hands on tools. This particular corner wasn’t what he’d have called remarkable. Now he’d never look at it the same way.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “How’s a straight-shot like you get tangled with a dirty cop like Wilcox?”
    “I didn’t know he was a dirty cop,” Rennie spat, pressing against the cuffs again and agitating her bleeding wrists.
    He cursed and began dabbing the injuries with a clean towel. The cuts were superficial—the sort that looked worse than they were and would sting like a bitch for a few days. But he hated that they were there at all. That she’d hurt herself because of a situation he’d put her in.
    She continued talking as he tended to her wounds. “People typically don’t air their dirty laundry on a first date.”
    “Yet you went anyway.”
    “Went where?” she barked.
    Here. To the clubhouse. Rennie had walked these halls. Having her here now was surprise enough. Now he couldn’t help but imagine her everywhere.
    Flushed on his Victory Cruiser, her chest heaving, her legs spread, her pussy wet and ready for him.
    Dash shoved the thought back, though not before it earned his cock’s attention. Shit, he’d imagined fucking Rennie Jones for over a decade, had an endless series of both prepubescent and adult fantasies waiting to be exorcised. Feeding Rennie his dick while she clung to his ride was one of the more classic, cliché and all. While he doubted she’d thought much of him since the days at Joplin High, she’d haunted him like a persistent ghost. The one shade of the man he’d been before.
    Before heroin had claimed Dalton’s life. Before Dash had tried to take his own. Before Gunner. Before Lucifer’s Legion.
    “Are you still there?” Rennie prodded, drawing him back to the present. “I already admitted I went on a date with the man. How was I supposed to know—?”
    “You went with him,” Dash said. “You can’t tell me you thought a cop taking a nice girl to a motorcycle gang clubhouse was normal.”
    “He thought it’d impress me, the big dumbass.” She shuddered and turned her face from him. He took the opportunity to open one of the other bottles of water and