Page 2 of His Other Half

He wasn't coming back without Josie.

Checking his gas tank, his duffle, his weapons, and ammo, he sat on the bike and waited for the others. As the one going inside, he needed to keep his head. He couldn't make a mistake.

He'd asked Banks and Chrischris to trust him. Josie worked for them at Bank's Body Shop. They knew her better, but they hadn't read her journal. They hadn't seen inside her soul.

That information was his.

Josie belonged to him, and yet he'd never given her more than a nod as he walked through the building to see his MC brothers. That would change after he rescued her.

Priest walked out of the building, his face set in stone. Nicole, his president's woman, was nowhere around. He fleetingly wondered if Priest had told his old lady how risky tonight's run would be for the eighteen members going to Blackfoot land. That there was a chance, they wouldn't come back.

Priest stopped beside him and widened his stance. "If you get in trouble inside, I want you to get your ass out of the casino. Don't risk it for some girl."

His back molars gritted together. "She's not a stranger."

"She's nobody to you, brother." Priest leaned forward and slapped his patch on his chest. "The men out there, protecting your back, are your brothers. Most of them have a woman, a family, and they're out there risking their lives for your ass. Remember, don't go in there flying solo."

He dipped his chin. No one needed to remind him of the consequences. He understood what would happen.

"Nicole's pregnant." Priest straightened. "I have a damn good reason to get home."

Keeping his congratulations for another time, Paco started the engine of his Harley. Each one of them had something at risk, except him. The single members had relatives. Most men had an old lady at home or a kid here or there.

Straight out of foster care, he'd found his sister only to learn that she was owned by a pimp, working the streets.

But, he'd been too late to save her.

Responsible for her death, his life meant nothing.

Slipping on his fingerless gloves, he toed the kickstand at the sight of the others coming out of the building. He wasn't going to let Josie meet his sister's fate.