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Whip set the mattress down and looked over the top at her. "I know you two don't get along, and you know my opinion about how she treats you, but the night you took off from the clubhouse, your sister wasn't only pissed, she was scared."

"Of what?"

"Losing you."

She laughed. Angie rather not deal with Twyla. As long as she was far away, her sister was happy.

"Right." She shook her head. "She was probably afraid to get her hopes up that I would come back and ruin her perfect, little life."

Whip picked up the end of the mattress. She picked up the other end. Together, they picked a spot to put the bed in their new bedroom.

She forgot about her sister's attitude toward her and embraced her new life. Things were happening fast. She wanted to enjoy every second.

Chapter 28

Whip

The prison guard behind the Plexiglas at the Montana State Penitentiary eyed Whip. He remained tense, waiting for Walker to show up for visitation. From his view, there was no difference on which side he sat as long as he was within the prison system and behind the Cyclone fence.

He kept reminding himself that he could walk out whenever he wanted.

The guard smirked. Yeah, he remembered the motherfucker.

A few times, that same guard had taken a Billy club to him for no reason but pure entertainment. His need to serve his sentence and get back to his club had kept him from killing the asshole.

Walker walked into the room, shuffling his feet. Whip looked away until his MC brother sat in the chair, and the guard latched the chain running from his handcuffs to his ankle braces to the table. Once he was sure the guard had gone back to the wall to stand ready, he picked up the phone and faced Walker.

Knowing the phone was tapped, he'd hoped for a private meeting. There were ways to talk with hand signals when privacy was a concern. But with the guard remaining in the room, they both would need to be extra careful on what they passed back and forth.

"What's with the company you're keeping?" said Whip.

"The whole block is getting tailed." Walker silently tapped his finger on the surface in front of him three times—there were three guards within hearing distance of him.

"Sucks for you, brother." Whip picked up on what was happening. "Have you heard from your cousin?"

There was no cousin. On the inside, Walker had contact with Moroad members. He needed to know how close they were to achieving the upper hand on Cusclan. They needed the weapons back in Moroad's control.