His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,26

I can do."

"I have crews guarding the crops in Northern California and our businesses in Missoula." Priest stood. "I need to get to the prison, while Curley and Roddy are heading to Idaho tonight for the rally with those in Moroad who hadn't got swept up in the sting, plus Ronacks MC, Bantorus Motorcycle Club. I'll call in some of the senior members to patrol her area. That's the most I can afford to do while we're stretched thin."

The risk was his to take. He wouldn't need any help.

"Put them on the wives, and make sure my sister is covered with two men." He couldn't be in two places at once, and Rick would be in charge of those remaining behind in Missoula. "I can handle myself."

Priest dipped his chin. "Stay in contact."

"Yeah." He walked to the door and let himself out.

All he had to do was grab a shower, pack a new bag, and find a way to figure out Twyla's schedule. He couldn't put her on lockdown. All he could do was guard her when she was most at risk.

Ringtail pulled into the lot and backed his motorcycle into the line of bikes in front of the clubhouse. Whip walked over and held his hand up, stopping him.

The engine cut out, and Ringtail took off his helmet. "Are you back?"

"For now." He looked around, making sure they were alone and out of earshot of the others loitering outside. "Why don't you have Twyla's sister ask her to stay at your house for a while?"

"I brought Angie to my house like you wanted me to." Ringtail flipped his long strand of hair to his back and frowned. "Now you want me to take in her sister? What's wrong with the rental house?"

"It's a crime-filled neighborhood. Nobody pays attention to any of the activities going on at the houses. Kids run around without supervision. People use the street to cross through the area. Cusclan members can ride in at any time, and nobody is going to be able to tell the difference between them and us, or likely to report any activity," said Whip.

Not to mention there was a flimsy deadlock on the front door and nothing but the knob lock in the back. The fence, at one time, was for decoration only. There was a shrub blocking half the front window that anyone could hide behind and gain access to her house. It would take him thirty seconds to get into her house. She wouldn't have enough time to call the police or realize what was happening until someone stood in her room, threatening her life.

Ringtail whistled. "I never noticed."

"Then, you better open your eyes and learn to pay attention to what goes on around you." Whip looked at Ringtail's bike. "Start with taking that damn roach clip off your handlebar."

Ringtail reached over and ripped it off, stuffing the clip and feathers into his back pocket. "Listen...I don't think Angie will go for Twyla staying with us."

"Whatever those two have going on between them, it's not as important as staying alive." Frustrated that others refused to jump when danger was apparent, he gritted his teeth.

Ringtail wasn't a member when the club almost imploded after Whip's parents were murdered and he was sent to prison. He had a lot to learn.

"You need to take Twyla into your house," he said, not backing down.

He should've thought about that when he made Ringtail remove Angie from the rental house. That mistake was on him, leaving her alone. But he hadn't known how short and superficial her relationship was with Big.

"Why don't you take her in?" Ringtail put his gloves back on.

"Because I live at the fucking clubhouse." He walked backward to his bike. "Just talk to Angie and make her see the light."

"Hey...stay at my place." Ringtail scratched his whiskered jaw. "It'll keep those two from going at it."

He stopped. It wasn't a damn sleepover.

"It's an old house. Four bedrooms." Ringtail shrugged. "Just until you can get Twyla back into the rental."

He couldn't expect Twyla to foot the rent on a place she wasn't going to use. Having her around Ringtail would be waving a flag in Big's face, regardless if he stayed with her or not. His thoughts circled. Had he attacked the problem in the wrong way?

Tarkio never backed down.

Maybe it was time to put his cards on the table.

A war was coming, regardless of Twyla being involved.

Twyla could be the one thing that made Cusclan reckless. Tarkio would get