touched his cap as if to remove it, and Zane hissed a warning. “Camera.”
Her gaze snapped to him and Zane pulled his hat lower as nine years’ worth of longing turned into nine years of pain. After fleeing their hometown of Stanton, Montana, wanted for a murder he didn’t commit, he had gone back for Evie—albeit three years later—only to find her with a child and another man: Mark, the two-bit loser who had panted after her in high school. As he watched her with her new family in the school playground, where he’d first fallen in love, bit by bit and day by day, his heart hardened, and he promised himself he would never think of her again.
A promise he had yet to keep.
“It’s me.” Jagger turned his back to the camera at the till and lifted the visor of his cap.
A tumult of emotions crossed Evie’s face, from shock to disbelief, and then her hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh my God. I thought you died in service. I heard about the grenade and the shrapnel—”
“Takes more than a little shrapnel in the heart to kill me.” He glanced over at Zane, no doubt puzzled by the fact Zane hadn’t spoken up. But Zane simply wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t deal well with change or surprises. His life had been utterly out of control until he joined the Sinners. Now, control held him together. Control over his world. Control over his life. Control over his emotions. And right now, those emotions were threatening to overwhelm him and distract him from the task at hand.
Zane raised his gun, only to discover that Axle had taken advantage of the distraction to sneak through a sliding metal door at the back of the store.
“Fuck. He’s getting away.” Zane ran, slamming the door aside as he shouted a warning to T-Rex out back. He chased Axle through a large workshop filled with half-painted motorcycle fairings and gas tanks on stands, partially dismantled bikes, and empty bike lifts. The shop smelled of grease, paint, turpentine and the distinctive scent of fear.
The door at the far end of the workshop thudded closed and Zane’s feet pounded on the concrete floor.
“T-Rex!” He yanked the door open and almost tripped over the body on the ground.
Damn.
“You okay, brother?” He knelt beside T-Rex and felt for a pulse. T-Rex groaned and Zane whipped out his phone just as Jagger opened the door behind him.
Jagger caught sight of T-Rex and let loose a volley of curses. “How bad?”
“No bullet or knife wounds,” Zane replied. “I think he just took a hard knock to the head. I’ll call Shooter and tell him to bring a cage to take him to the clubhouse. Doc Hegel will look after him.”
Their new prospect, Shooter, a wannabe Sinner, who had almost finished his pledge year, had already proved to be one of the MC’s best drivers and marksmen, albeit a bit of a speed demon with an overly happy trigger finger. As a prospect, he handled all the driving. A full patch brother only rode in an enclosed vehicle if he had a family, and since Zane had just been voted “least likely to ever settle down” there was little chance he’d ever be “caged.”
“Where’s Axle?” Jagger asked.
“Forest.” Zane texted Shooter, and then gestured to the trees behind the shop. “We’ll need flashlights. If he makes it to the road, he might hitch a lift and get away.”
“This is my damn fault.” Jagger scraped a hand through his hair. “But … Evie. Can you believe it? After all these years?”
No, Zane couldn’t believe it. Nor could he accept it. Evie was part of a past he had locked away, a pain he couldn’t handle. Part of him wished tonight had never happened. And yet …
Evie.
His heart squeezed in his chest, an unfamiliar feeling for a man whose heart had stopped beating the day he discovered love was a one-way street.
With T-Rex under the care of the junior patch, and Gunner and the rest of the brothers tasked with calming the employees and sending them home, Jagger and Zane took over the search, crashing their way through the underbrush, their guns primed and ready on the slim chance that Axle hadn’t already made it to the road.
“Why didn’t you let her know it was you?” Jagger asked, his voice barely audible over the cracking branches underfoot.
“It’s complicated.” After meeting on the elementary school playground all those years ago, Jagger, Zane, and Evie had stuck