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He needed to finish growing up.
And I knew... in a few years, he could take Kettle.
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I told myself that I was glad that life was stagnant...
That was before she walked in... I shouldn’t have jinxed it.
Well... maybe I should have... cause what she brought?
Pure utter fucking perfection.
‘I like protective men, the type who’ll put an arm around me so I can be smothered.’
– Nola’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 2
Nola
The moment the sign for Pierre Parish came into view, I let out a sigh of relief.
I was almost there.
Twenty more minutes to go.
Three days of driving nine hours straight.
Two nights spent in hotels.
I was worn slap the fuck out.
I made the final left turn and then breathed in a sigh of relief, again.
And there, along the outskirts of a bayou, stood the building.
A building I have never seen before in my life.
But this was the address that Aunt Tempie had texted me.
The brick building that houses the Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club.
It stood three stories high.
Seeing it standing there in front of me, I smiled.
Just then, a man at the gate stepped out, and I rolled down my window.
He winked, “Help you?”
I took in his close-cropped black hair and the three or so days’ growth of stubble on his face.
Then I looked at his kutte and saw that he was prospecting for the club.
I read the name on his kutte, Gavel.
I had gotten a crash course on how the MC worked from my Aunt Tempie.
