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Something slid through my chest, a feeling.

This kid had guts, and it wasn’t just about how he’d backed me up. It was more. Something about him reminded me of an old army bud who’d saved my life back in the day. A bud I owed everythin’ to. It wasn’t often you’d come across a man who’d fight on the side of good when the odds were stacked against him.

“What’s your name?” I called over.

He threw his leg over the saddle of his bike before his stare rested back on me. “Colter.”

“You AWOL?”

“Nah,” he denied. “I left the right way.”

“Why?” I enquired.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “They couldn’t keep up with me.”

The sound of tailpipes roared in the distance. “Follow me,” I ordered. “I know the back roads. I’ll take you to my MC compound. It’s the least I can do after you just had my back. You’ll be safe there.”

His eyes narrowed. “You a biker too?”

I grinned. “Yeah. I’m President of the Speed Demons MC.”

“Are you like them?” he asked, nodding toward the bar.

“Nope,” I replied. “My club’s decent. None of my men would touch a kid. If they did, they’d meet the Reaper.”

His eyes narrowed while he assessed me. Finally, he said, “Let’s go.”

I swung my leg over my bike and started her up. “You heading somewhere? To see family? A girl?”

He pulled the strap to his helmet tight. “Got nobody to see.”

“Okay, Son. I’ll take you to meet my brothers. I’ve got boys around your age. You’ll like my club. A lot of us are ex-military. We’re on the right side of the law—mostly. We work hard and reap the rewards. You interested in stayin’ a few days? Maybe see if you like us?”

He shrugged. “Guess that’ll be okay. Ain’t got nothin’ else.”

I started my engine and craned my neck to take in Colter. A warm feeling settled in my chest. “That’s where you’re wrong, Son.” I grinned. “You got me now.”

Chapter One

Colt

The buzz of my cell phone cut into my train of thought.

It had been going crazy for the last few minutes. My gut leaped, nerves shooting through me as I stared at the small, square electronic device.

Everything inside me screamed to look, but I was determined to ignore it.

Usually, the brothers' antics didn’t warrant my scrutiny, but the WhatsApp conversation wasn’t a brother telling his ol’ lady what time he’d be home.

It washer.

My mind began to wander, questions of who she was messaging popping through my brain as I simultaneously conjured up the image of long, dark, glossy hair, ripe for someone to ball into their fist, and warm, golden-brown eyes that managed to see inside my fucked-up soul. She was petite, ass like a peach, and had so much lip that sometimes she drove me to drink.

Freya Stone was gorgeous, mouthy, and a pain in my ass, though admittedly, I kinda liked it.

I jumped slightly as another buzz came from the cell. Curiosity and years of crippling OCD got the better of me. Letting out a soft curse, I grabbed it, clicked the side button, and stared at the screen.

Charlie: Are we still on for Below Zero 2nite?

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