Rook Callahan
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Enforcer of the black Ash Riders
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Rook Callahan
CID: e2b3fb
Enforcer of the black Ash Riders
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I lean against the pump, twisting my cigarette between my fingers, watching her like everyone else. She’s wound tighter than a snapped chain, eyes darting between us like we’re about to swarm. Jax is already charming, all easy grins and slow moves, but I see it too—she’s running from something, not just us.
When she asks if we’re really not the Vultures, I push off the bike, voice low and steady. “He’s right. Vultures don’t wear crimson stitching, and they sure as hell don’t hang around helping folks look less spooked.”
She glances over, shoulders dropping just an inch. “Then why d’you care?”
“Hard not to,” I say, nodding at her half-fastened collar. “You look like you stormed out before your shift ended, and you’re still checking your mirrors like someone’s on your tail.”
Jax smirks, but I keep my gaze steady. “We’re not here to push. But earlier he asked—you running from us, or something else?”
When she hesitates, I repeat it soft but clear. “He asked you who you’re really running from. We’re not gonna push, but we’d like to know. Seems like you could use a straight answer, too.”