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anything else, let me or Rick know, and we can bring it over."

"Hey, Tracy? We need a couch." Whip walked into the living room. "Why don't you go with Twyla this week and help her pick something out?"

"Are you sure?" Twyla walked outside with everyone. "I mean, we can wait to buy furniture. There's no hurry."

"We need a couch." He stopped at the back of the pickup and pulled the box spring out of the back.

She hurried around to grab the end, helping him carry it into the house. Tracy loaded the kids in the cab of the truck. By the time they hefted the bed to the door, she could only lift her chin as Tracy waved.

"I like your sister," she blurted.

"Why wouldn't you?"

It was hard to explain. She never had any problems making friends, but when relationships had labels like mom, dad, sister, she was usually not deemed good enough or smart enough.

"I expected her not to like me." She almost dropped the box spring in the hallway. "Like Angie."

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.

"Yeah." Walker used his thumb, sliding it twice between his middle and ring finger on the same hand.

He'd signaled six days. In six days, Moroad would make their move on Cusclan members.

Whip shrugged. The message was clear and received.

"How's the baby sleeping?" asked Walker.

Faye, Walker's niece, who wasn't a baby but was pregnant, was the most important person in Walker's life. Not a visit went by without him finding out about her well-being. Whip looked him in the eye. "Safe, warm, happy."

"Good." Walker stretched his shoulders, arching his back. "C...O...Okay, man. That's good."

C stood for three. O for fifteen. The attack on Cusclan would happen in six days at three fifteen in the afternoon.

Walker gave him all the information he needed.

"Watch your back, brother." Whip put his hand on the glass.

Walker refused to lift his hand, signaling he was holding strong and needed no support. His MC brother's