"You have got to chill." She fisted her hands on her hips. "Seriously. How am I supposed to have everyone trust me when you harass me on the phone all the time?"
Tears filled her vision, and she squeezed her eyes closed, assured that he wasn't harmed or in danger.
She pulled back and punched his shoulder. "You're such an ass. You're not supposed to leave Idaho. Why take a chance like that?"
"I need everything you've got on Slag Motorcycle Club." Tony ignored her temper. "Where do they go? What do you see? Who are you friendly with?"
She shook her head and looked out at the water. "Tell me why you need to know first."
"Dinah." Tony growled. "Do you want to see me dead?"
She exhaled. "Of course, I don't."
"I need information."
"That's the thing. I don't know anything. Just like I've been telling you on the phone. I went to work at The Fire Ring, hoping to hear something to give to you, but the Slag members don't hang out in the bar," she said.
"Why not?"
"I don't know." She blew out her breath. "The clubhouse is right behind the bar, and they have this alley in-between that's closed off to the public. They stay there where they're out of the public's view."
"You were with one of them last night."
"No, I wasn't."
"The vice president..."
She raised her chin. "He walked me home after the bar closed."
Brage had done nothing to her except shared a couple of wonderful moments that helped her feel wanted in a new area where she literally felt like a stranger.
"You have to know something. Where's Brage right now?" Tony gazed around the area. "Are you going to see him later?"
She shook her head, feeling protective of what she had with Brage. "I doubt it. He just walked me home. There are other Slag members who do the same thing for me when the bar closes. The other women go to the clubhouse and Roar takes Lizzy and Coco home. I'm the only one who doesn't have someone making sure I get home safe, so they send members with me."
"Roar? He's got two women?" Tony's gaze intensified.
Irritated, she scoffed. "No...I don't know. Maybe. They all live together, but I don't know what they do in the privacy of their own house."
"Live where?"
"Across the street from the bar," she said.
Every time the three had been in the same room, everyone knew Lizzy belonged to Roar. She had no idea how Coco fit into the picture, only that they all lived together. For all she knew, they could be sister-wives or into some kinky shit. It was none of her business.
"What did you see at the party you were invited to?" asked Tony
"What do you think?" She crossed her arms. "Partying."
Tony could never find out about her and Brage hooking up. He'd use that against her.
"There was no talk about going after other clubs, making a hit, or plans to go on a run?"
She shook her head. "I've already told you, the most popular conversation between the men had to do with family members in Norway, their motorcycles, and drinking. You know, typical guy stuff."
Tony stepped back. "This time, try harder. I don't give a damn if you have to straight out ask one of them when they're going on a run or how they get their money. You've got two days, and we'll meet back here."
"I'm working..." She tilted her head. "Are you staying here?"
When he refused to answer, she stepped forward and grabbed his jean vest. Infuriated, she shook him.
"You idiot. A cop could see you and arrest you for breaking your probation." She shoved him, though he only rocked back on the heels of his boots. "I can't believe you."
"Don't worry about me. You better worry about yourself. If I don't get more information about Slag Motorcycle Club, Moroad will kill both of us."
"Me?" Her throat closed. "Are you serious? What did you get me involved in?"
Over the years, she'd spent enough time around Moroad members to know they were secretive and unforgiving. She'd witnessed them tear Tony apart when he broke their rules. She trusted none of them. The same way she wouldn't put her trust in Slag Motorcycle Club.
Whatever the clubs had going on away from the eyes and ears of regular citizens, she wanted no part in it.
Tony held up two fingers and stepped away from her. "Be here."
For the first time, she was genuinely scared of what kind of trouble Tony had got into. She stood watching him stride to his motorcycle and ride away. He'd always forced her to keep her distance from any of his friends or biker buddies.
Knowing Tony would do anything when scared, she was more afraid than ever.
Chapter 8
Dinah pulled onto I-5 and stayed in the right-hand lane. Brage followed three vehicles behind her on his Harley after witnessing her talking to a Moroad Motorcycle member. His first instinct was to go after the man she'd met, but a quick phone call to Roar talked him down from starting a war out in public during the day without backup.
He checked his side mirror, expecting Moroad to ambush him. Dinah was working with them. It was apparent by the hug she'd given the member upon the meeting.
His gut feeling after the baffling phone call Dinah received last night had him following her into downtown. From day one, he'd silently questioned too many things about her. Usually, he wasn't one to shrug off his suspicions in exchange for sex. That mistake could get him killed.
Dinah changed lanes, going around a slower semi. Waiting until another car passed, he whipped out of the lane and stayed behind the vehicle. If she made one move that
