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It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to ride on my bike... not at all.
It was the simple fact that if something happened to her while she was riding with me.... I’d never forgive myself.
And I had forgiven myself for a lot of things over the thirty-six years I had been on this earth... but hurting the one thing I truly cared about?
Yeah... fuck no.
The woman was tossing the man’s things out of their house.
He was shaking his head, saying, “The alcohol warms me better than you do.”
Then the woman hollered back, “Good. Since you spend more time with it than you do me, it fucking should.”
I chuckled.
That was a good comeback.
Just then, my phone pinged.
But not my actual cell... my burner.
I pulled it out, read the text.
I pocketed it, pulled my cell out, and texted Nola.
Me – Something came up. Meet you at the clubhouse.
I didn’t wait for her to reply.
I started my bike and drove to the clubhouse.
Making the usual fifteen-minute drive in ten.
Once I backed my bike in the long row of bikes, I climbed off and headed around the side of the building and to the back shed.
As I walked, I tagged the gloves I had just bought and pulled them on.
Then I caught sight of Jury, where he stood making sure that only the officers of the club were allowed inside.
I made my way down the steps and then stared at what lay before me.
Seven men.
“They thought it would be okay to run a train on a twelve-year-old girl.”
That was all Nuke had to say.
I moved to the tools.
Grimm moved.
Kettle moved.
Khal moved.
Wolf moved.
Grey moved
