from Tarkio. Paco was out there, and he needed her.
She couldn't shake the feeling that he was alive. He had to be. Wouldn't she know or feel something if he was dead?
Her feet wouldn't move. She held on to the door of her car. If Paco was on the reservation, Tarkio wouldn't be allowed near him. No one would.
Priest could try all he wanted, but the tribal police would stop any rider from getting close to the casino or the people.
She turned around and looked at Whip. He stayed near her. Knowing he'd follow her back to the apartment, she got into the car and started the engine. If she left now and drove to the reservation, everyone at the clubhouse would take chase to stop her.
She needed to think.
Not wanting anyone else to get hurt because of her, she drove home slowly. In a daze, her mind played over her next plan.
She needed to get away from Whip. Her people wouldn't stop her from coming onto the Rez.
She'd left the reservation in shame.
She'd return ready to unleash all her anger and hurt on Askook for what he'd done.
And, hopefully, she could convince Askook to release Paco back to his club. Even if she had to hand over herself to free Paco.
Chapter 31
Josie
Whip waited outside her apartment while she used her key to unlock the door. Her hand shook, and it took her several tries before she gained access.
"Is there anything you need?" asked Whip.
She shook her head. Whip nor the whole club could bring Paco to her.
Barely holding it together, she half turned and changed her mind. She reached over and knocked on Cami's door. Right now, she needed someone who was a female and didn't wear a leather vest.
She cleared the emotions clogging her throat, and said, "Cami? It's me. Can you come over?"
The door opened. Cami took one look at her and came to her, pushing Josie inside. Once they were alone inside the apartment, she sank to the floor, hugging her middle. Rocking back and forth, she spilled the news about Paco.
Cami joined her on the floor, holding her. "Sh. He'll be okay."
Josie kept her eyes closed, unable to face the world without Paco. "This is all my fault."
"No." Cami smoothed Josie's hair away from her face. "How could it be? Paco is his own man. You know he's been busy doing things for Tarkio."
"It wasn't for the club." She sat up and sniffed. "He's on the reservation because of me."
"What are you talking about?" Cami held her stomach and pulled her legs under her, pushing off the floor and standing. "I was the one kidnapped. If it wasn't for me—and I'm not taking the blame, that's all on the creeps that took me—you wouldn't have come to help me, and Paco wouldn't have rescued us both. Or fallen in love with you."
She looked at Cami, having never told her the truth. It was something she wanted to bury in the ground and keep secret.
"I'm from the reservation," she said.
Cami frowned, nodding. "I know, but you don't talk about it much, so I never asked you more."
"My father had done bad things and owed As—Robert Shaw, the man who kidnapped you, money. Because he couldn't pay his debt, he sold me to Robert. Then, Robert killed my father in front of me. I escaped the reservation and moved to Missoula. I...I think he kidnapped you because of your friendship with me, and I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I kept that from you. I'm sorry that it happened. If something would've happened to you or the baby—"
"Oh, my God, stop." Cam pulled Josie to her feet and held her in front of her. "None of that was your fault. If anyone needs to be sorry, it's me."
She pulled away. "No."
"Yes, because I've been wrapped up in being pregnant, not having a father for the baby, and dragging you to doctor's appointments with me. I never realized something else was going on." Cami softened her voice. "I even told Chrischris not long ago that something was wrong with me, because I'm secretly glad Paco killed one of the men when he rescued me, and I had no problem not going to the police because I want nothing to do with them ever again. I have a baby I need to raise, and I don't want to be scared. I'm the only one he's going to have."
"Nothing is wrong with you. I wanted them dead. I still want Robert