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“Huh?” I muttered, and my eyes snapped to King, just as he saluted me, got in his truck, and drove away.

What the fucking hell?

I wasn’t a damn babysitter!

“So what are we gonna do?”

“C.C.,” Crane butted in. “We really need to talk.”

“Back off, Jack. She’s mine,” the kid sneered, puffing out his chest. “Go find your own damn girl.”

Crane growled. “Big mouth there, kid. How about I close it for you?”

“Try it. We fucking dare you,” Trip’s club brother Scribe clearly said, just before he and several others of the Sons of Hell MC walked out of the shadows as Cameron smiled brilliantly.

“Meet my boys, douchecanoe. Mess with me, and they will rearrange your innards and shove them right up your—”

“Cameron,” one of the brothers growled.

“Wasn’t gonna say it, Priest,” the kid piped up fast. “I swear!”

I crossed my arms and took a long, measured look at the chaos unfolding before me. The kid beamed like he just won the lottery as his so-called “boys” formed a protective semi-circle around him.

“Alright, everyone, chill the hell out,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “I don’t have time to play referee.”

Cameron’s smug grin faltered, and Crane’s jaw worked like he was chewing on the words he wanted to spit out. Scribe, however, didn’t even flinch. His cold gaze locked on Crane, daring him to make a move.

“Crane, you got something to say. Say it. Otherwise, take a walk,” I warned, my patience wearing thin.

Crane scowled, but finally nodded with an annoyed grunt. “Fine. But this isn’t over, C.C.,” he stated, shooting a warning glance at Cameron before speeding off out of the parking lot.

“Now, as for you, kid,” I said, turning to Cameron. “If your dad thinks sticking you with me is his idea of parenting, we’ve got bigger issues than your lousy attitude. Stick close, but don’t push your luck, got it?”

Cameron gave a mock salute, clearly amused. “Got it, boss lady.”

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, “This day just keeps getting better.”

Little did I know, it was only the beginning.

Chapter Fifteen

C.C.

“Hang on, kid!” I shouted as I gunned the engine. The tires kicked up so much mud as I spun the wheel sharply, hydroplaning as Cameron’s laughter filled the surrounding air. It was a fight to the finish as the brothers tried to outmaneuver me in the wet open field.

But I had news for these boys.

No one was better at mud dogging than me.

“On your right, C.C.!” Cameron hollered. “Banks is coming up fast!”

Like hell he was.

Turning the wheel of my quad cab, I spun the tires in a wide arc, covering Banks in thick chunks of mud as Cameron shouted, “Take that, Knuckle Dragger!”

Mud splattered across my windshield, obscuring my view for just a moment before I flipped the wipers on. Cameron was gripping the passenger handle, his laughter that of pure exhilaration. Meanwhile, Banks was too busy wiping the mud from his goggles to notice me accelerating toward the next curve.

“C.C., watch out!” Cameron yelled as Gunner’s quad roared past us on the left.

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