The shop was still smoking when Nolan gave the order.
"Pack it up. She is not sleeping at the clubhouse tonight. Too many eyes."
Ashley tensed, still leaning slightly against Ace on the wrecked floor. Her throat felt raw from crying, but her heartbeat was finally calming. She looked up when she heard Nolan's voice.
"Where are you sending me?" she asked.
"Safehouse," Nolan said. "Until I find out who did this."
Ashley opened her mouth, but Jax's stare cut her off. His eyes burned with a kind of fury that wasn't directed at her, but it pressed her flat all the same.
"Move," Jax said. His tone didn't leave room for argument.
Ace let out a low whistle, standing. "Guess that is my cue to not volunteer babysitting duty." He brushed dirt from his jeans, but his gaze lingere
