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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
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Jesus. “What kind of favor did my brother do for you guys?”

“He saved a bunch of our brothers’ lives. Them, our club, and their families are grateful. We reached out to Gloves’ dad, but he didn’t want anything. Said just take care of the mama and the girls and he was good with that. I also gotta ask, would Gloves want this offer extended to your father? We don’t want to leave any stone unturned.”

I shook my head. “No. He’s an attorney in Chicago. He’s doing just fine.”

This was a surreal conversation. Out of the blue, Shane King—a guy I’d crushed on for a full year and then every time after when Connor would mention he’d heard from him—was standing in front of me wearing a 1% motorcycle club patch on his cut and offering to “help me out” in some way.

“I know what your club does, what they’re about. Why are you really here?”

His eyes flashed. “I told you. We’re paying off a debt.”

I shook my head, my stomach churning. “This doesn’t feel right to me. Feels like you’re trying to buy off Gloves. What did my brother actually do?”

A wall came down over his features. I could feel him growing distant.

It felt cold between us, and wowza—I didn’t like this feeling.

I gritted my teeth, because fuck this guy. Fuck any guy who had the power to affect me in any way. Not anymore. I didn’t know if ever. One asshole in my life had been enough.

“We’re here for a few more days,” he finally said. “You think of something you want, let us know. As you told my guys, you’re aware of where we hang.”

Right. My mom’s bar. Which I hadn’t stepped into since coming back to town.

I might’ve told those guys I could get them banned, but that wasn’t true. It was so far from the truth that it was sad. I loved Gloves, but a relationship with Ruby or Claudia? Nope. That hadn’t been a thing for the last twelve years, not since my wedding day.

He was still watching me.

“Leave my brother alone.”

Now those eyes narrowed, then chilled even more. “You know enough about us not to issue an order to a Red Demon.”

A shiver sped up my spine, inflaming my neck. I knew, which was why I’d said it anyway.

“I love my brother. He’s one of the only three good men I know. I cannot lose him. Your club messes with him, and I know what’ll happen.” My brother had truly awful luck. A strong argument could be made that he was cursed—had been all his life. Connor had no gut hunches. It was the opposite. If someone yelled that a house was on fire, Connor would run inside, but not to rescue anyone. He would just go in and stand there, confused about why it was on fire.

Shane’s nostrils flared, and he spoke softly. “Watch yourself.”

“You want to do something for me? That’s what it is. Leave Gloves alone.”

His chin rose, and I felt a whole new level of chill in the air. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and dread took root in my gut. Dammit. This guy, his whole club—they were bad news.

Then, as if coming to a decision, he shifted, and some of the chill in the air faded. “I’ll consider it.”

He turned to leave, and I tried to pretend I didn’t feel a sort of disappointment when his gaze moved away from mine. Right.

My God.

I was a mess.

The door pinged. Shane King walked out.

I hoped to never see him again.

My vagina was calling me a liar.

I hit call on my phone.

“Daughter!”

I smiled. “Hey, Dad.”

“Daughter, daughter, daughter. What are you doing? You getting off work? Heading home? How are the soup cans? Viola and Mrs. Johnson still doing good? They didn’t break a hip craning their necks for more bikers, did they?”

“All’s good. I’m just leaving the grocery store.”

“Can you tell me again the reason you ain’t moved in with your pops? I got a real nice brownstone, you know.”

“I know.” But I didn’t go into detail because this was a normal conversation between James Michaels and me.

“Okay, okay. I know. You’re with your friends. I get it, but you got family here too. Just reminding you.”

“I know, Dad.”

“How was your day before the soup cans and after our last call? Tell your pops all about it.”

So, I did.

3

KALI

There was a disco ball in our living room. I glimpsed it as soon as I came in through the garage door.

What.

The.

Awesomest?

I stared at it in confusion, sparkly and rotating, sending pink, purple, blue, and all sorts of colors around the room. Once the door shut behind me, the music started.

Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” filled the room, and on the beat, my roommate, Harper, slid across the floor from the hallway and past the kitchen doorway. His arms were up, his head back, sunglasses on. He wore a white dress shirt, underwear, and socks. That’s it.


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