Free GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5) by Nicole James Page B

info?” Shades asked.
    “She overheard it.”
    “She overheard it?” Shades asked with an incredulous tone.
    “Straight from Florida’s mouth.”
    “Florida? Who the hell is Florida?” Hammer asked.
    “President of the Death Head’s Jacksonville Chapter,” Butcher filled him in as he walked up overhearing the talk.
    Ghost’s eyes swung to his President. The man had grey hair, a beard and wire rimmed glasses. He had always reminded Ghost of Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead. Right now the man’s eyes were boring into his.
    “How in the hell was this girl in any position to overhear anything, son?”
    “Wrong place at the right time.”
    Butcher gave him a long look and raised one brow. “Or wrong place at the wrong time for her.”
    “Yeah,” Ghost agreed with him.
    “They know she knows?” Butcher asked.
    Ghost nodded. “Yup.”
    “They know she’s with you?”
    “They saw me, and they’ll remember my face. But I don’t think they got a look at my cut.”
    “You don’t think? ”
    Ghost lifted his hands, shrugging. It was the best answer he could give. “They ain’t showed up here yet, have they?”
    Butcher let out an aggravated breath. “Why don’t you start at the beginning.”
    “Picked up a nail in my tire—”
    “Yeah, yeah. I know all that part. Get to the part where you hooked up with this chick I heard tell about. The one with all the information and the Death Heads on her ass,” Butcher snapped.
    Boot and Slick, the chapter’s Treasurer and Sargent At Arms walked up. They were two of the older members in the chapter, and two of Butcher’s most trusted brothers. Butcher nodded for Ghost to continue.
    He explained the whole story from the moment he first saw Jessie until they rolled into the Evil Dead camp.
    Butcher shook his head. “What a cluster-fuck.”
    Ghost watched him turn away, run his hand over his beard, and then turn back to snap, his eyes on Ghost, “You believe it?”
    “Which fuckin’ part?” Shades asked Butcher with a huff that showed his exasperation with the whole mess.
    Butcher’s eyes swung to Shades. “Any of it. All of it.”
    “She wouldn’t lie. Not to me,” Ghost bit out.
    Butcher’s head came up, his brows raised. “Oh. Is that so? You sure about that?”
    Ghost nodded once. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
    “You trust her?” Shades asked.
    Ghost nodded. “Yeah. I do.”
    “With your life? With the lives of your brothers?” Butcher added, piercing him with a look.
    “I do,” Ghost replied tersely, his jaw tight. The air was thick with tension until finally Shades broke it. He looked over at Butcher.
    “How do you want to handle this?”
    Butcher didn’t hesitate, his eyes drilling into Ghost’s, he replied, “We use her and what she knows to make a deal with the DKs.”
    Ghost knew what that look meant. His loyalties were with the club, and if he had a problem with this, he’d better get ‘right’ with it, because he had no choice.
    Shades cut his eyes to Ghost, and Ghost could read what that look meant. He was wondering if his brother was going to be okay with it. He wasn’t. Not really. But he would have to be. Because when it all came down to it, he and his club were the only thing standing between her and the Death Heads. That deal could be the only way to keep her safe from them. And to get his club behind helping her, she had to be of some use to them. Making that deal would do it.
    “We roll out tomorrow, first light. San Jose Chapter is going to wait for their guy to get released. Now that the crowds have left, they’re gonna hole up in a motel until he’s fit to travel.”
    “How long’s that gonna be?” Griz asked.
    Butcher’s gaze swung to him. “Couple more days.” Then his eyes returned to Shades. “Make sure the boys are ready to roll out in the morning.”
    Shades nodded. “Will do.”
    Butcher stalked off with Boot and Slick at his back.
    Shades looked to Griz and Hammer. “Give us a minute, boys.” After