Page 6 of Sanction

“Where you from?” He asks.

“Tennessee,” I answer as I set the bottles down by a white Ford.

“Cool. I was born and raised here. Graduated a couple of years ago.”

I pop the hood to the Ford. When I glance up, I see a row of motorcycles lining the fence. I glance back to Widow.

“Who’s bikes?” I motion with a tilt of my chin.

“All of ours. That’s the only thing we will drive.”

I noticed a few motorcycles in town yesterday evening, but I didn’t really pay attention.

“Y’all good?” Stone hollers out as he steps into the garage.

“All good Prez,” Widow shouts.

Prez?

Gerry opens the door and hands him a leather vest. He pulls it on and gives us a wave before walking towards the parking lot. As he straddled his bike, I maneuvered around some tool boxes to get a better look at the writing on the back of his vest.

Knights of Paradise MC

He revs the engine and pulls out onto the main road.

MC? Oh fuck. What the hell did I get myself involved in?

Chapter 5

Daniella

Maverick cranks up the radio to my favorite song as we pull away from the school. I love classic rock, just like my dad.

“Can we get ice cream today?” I ask him with the best pouty lip I can muster up.

“Not today, Dani. I gotta meet the new guy.”

“Oh, Travis?” I ask.

“Yeah, how'd you know?”

“I helped hire him.” I twirl a piece of my brown hair as he glances over at me.

“Oh, so are you the head of HR now?” He smiles.

“I’m not really sure what that is, but if it pays well, I’m in.” I shrug.

He laughs out loud as we pull into the parking lot of the shop. As I unclip my belt, my eyes search the garage for a mop of blonde hair. I see him in a blue jumpsuit, leaning under the hood of a car. Maverick has already rounded the truck to open my door, so I hop out and sprint to the office.

“Hey sister. How was school?” Mom asks as I barged through the door.

“Fine. I’m parched.” I toss my bag down and dramatically swing open the mini fridge in search of my favorite drink. Sunkist. I find one cramped in the back. I crack open the can, and guzzle down the cold orange liquid.

“I got supper in the crockpot, so don’t get full on soda and candy.” Mom raises a brow as she tucks some papers inside a file cabinet.

“I won’t.” I take a seat on the chair and peek towards the shop door. “How’d the new guy do?”

“He did well. Your father likes him,” she answers.

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