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“His name was Sebastian. Now tell me what the hell you enrolled us in.”

“Was it Sebastian Woodbeam?”

“I don’t know what his last name was.” I snapped. “What is it you enrolled me into?”

Even since I left school, I never planned on heading back.

“Culture studies for you, and I’m finishing off my nursing degree.” Her voice suddenly sharpened. “We need to chop off the anchor called a biker man like you said.” She crossed her arms. “We need to think long-term, Abby. We can’t just be leeching off the club for the rest of our lives. Especially when they are known to like younger women.”

I scoffed, “Come on, it isn’t like Reaper would just drop me for a younger girl.”

She gave me a deadpan expression. “Name one biker who hasn’t moved on once their old lady has aged?”

I opened my mouth then shut it.

“Ok, at least we agree on that one.”

“I am always thinking one step ahead.” She smirked confidently. “So between Sebastian, Reaper, and Marks, you do have some men drama on your hands.”

I rolled my eyes. “There is no drama.”

“So tell me.” She jumped on the bed, crossing her legs. “What are your theories on why the Shields are still here?”

“Don’t know and don’t care.”

“Liar.”

“It will be club business; it always is when it comes to these types of things.”

There was some loud screaming from downstairs that stole both our attentions. As quickly as it floated to our ears, we both ran to the door and down the stairs following the screaming.

“YOU CAN’T JUST GO SHOOTING PEOPLE UP!” Amber screamed at her brother Troy.

“Fuck off, Amber; you’ve done enough damage here.” Troy filled his guns.

“We need to find out who did this first, brother.” Jackson placed a large hand on Troy’s shoulder. “If we don’t know who did it, we could end up fighting the wrong club.”

“I want BLOOD!” Troy roared in Jackson’s face. “AND YOU ARE TOO MUCH OF A COWARD WHILE MY SISTER RULES YOUR DICK!”

Tyler was getting involved now, and the three of them were yelling. Then Dad got involved, and Cole.

They were all too busy to notice Amber take the keys off the table and slide out the front door.

I poked Kim and pointed at Amber. Not only was Amber crying, but she was sneaking away from the drama.

Where was she going?

Should we follow?

I took one step down, then Kim grabbed my arm. “This isn’t our fight, Abby. Leave it be.”

Chapter 46

Abby

The Shields left, but not before doing damage to our charter; and by that I mean they turned my dad into a grumpy beast. Heck, yesterday he snapped at Kim for repainting her room.

I was no fool. I knew my dad had a bad reputation, and that came with a bad temper. But normally we (Kim and I) were shielded from it.

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