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Reaper grunted. “She knows her shit, Cyrus.” He looked back at me. “Only five out of respect?”

“Two because you are a brother charter. Plus three because you are a mother charter. Equals five. Are you challenging my math?” I did math really well. I did money laundering really well. I always put the club’s interest first because that’s what Cyrus wanted.

Cyrus was the dad I never had. Which was why I called him Dad. He was my dad. I loved him. I looked up to him. He loved his club. Which meant I respected the club. I did what he needed me to do. I didn’t question it.

Reaper did something then that I didn’t know he was capable of; he smiled.

He then nodded his head. “Fifteen percent. It’s acceptable.” He extended a hand to Cyrus, who shook it. “Your daughter knows your business interests.”

“That she does.” Cyrus looked at me. “You can go, Layla.”

I nodded my head. Looks like I was no longer wanted.

“Layla?”

I froze and turned around to look at Reaper. I arched my eyebrow at him.

“It was nice to meet you.” He gave me another small smile.

“Yeah, you too. You live up to your reputation as well.” I smiled at him and then spun around, taking off for the house.

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Hannah was extremely smart. She put my math to shame. I don’t know how she was managing to be in advanced math in a year above her grade.

She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and focused harder on her work. I, however, was bored shitless. My brain turned to mush as soon as it clicked an hour into the module.

I didn’t know much about Hannah. She had a sister and a brother. A brother. That fact kept repeating in my head. Tyson. We had a few classes together. Actually, more than a few. The only one we didn’t have together was math.

I don’t know why I took notice of the fact he was in my classes, but I had. I had also made sure I was nowhere near him.

He was insanely physically fit. His muscles were the first thing I noticed about him. Second was his eyes. Those blue eyes with his dark black hair had me wanting to stare at him.

In fact, I had been gawking at him when he didn’t realize.

I was drumming my pen on the table, which I stopped doing when I realized I was doing it, because I didn’t want to annoy Hannah.

“Want to talk about it?”

I glanced at Hannah. “Um, nothing is on my mind.” Literally nothing of importance was on my mind. Unless you call thinking about her brother and his deep blue eyes and short-cut black hair nothing. And that tattoo on his neck.

The tattoo was openly stating that he stood against the law. He was part of the one percent of bikers that didn’t follow the law.

He must be a biker to have that tattoo but he was too young to have such strong connections to a club. And he wasn’t part of the deadly dozen that was just setting up.

I looked back at Hannah and noticed her move, uncomfortable. We had been spending a lot of time together lately. She could easily be pinned as my best friend. We were eating together, studying together, and she had been sleeping at my house.

I don’t know where her parents thought she was spending so much time. But if they had any idea I was linked with bikers, I doubted they would be encouraging it.

“What doyouwant to talk about?” I asked her. I had thought she had been studying hard and just focusing on her studies. But clearly something was on her mind.

“I, um…” She nervously glanced at me. “Nothing.”

I shook my head. “Nope, don’t do that. We don’t do that to each other.” We had always been honest with each other. She knew about Cyrus, she knew everything. She hadn’t judged me. Maybe because her brother was a biker?

I, however, didn’t know much about her and her family. I didn’t really question her on it because she didn’t want to talk about it. I knew I didn’t want to talk about my real dad. Cyrus was the only father I recognized.

I saw the tears swell up in her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She nervously tapped her pen. I swear those tears were close to falling.

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