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Smokey lifted his head and lookedtowardHunter. “What thefuck is that supposed to mean? Are you questioning me?”

“Smokey, I have been by your side since thevery beginning. I know you can handle everything that’s thrown at you. I’ve seenyou at your worst and at your best. The club always comes first,but I also know that the last time we went up against the Twisted,you nearly lost her. You have a woman and a son. This changes thegame. I need to know you’ve got your head in the rightplace.”

He looked at Smokey, who merely gave him asingle nod. That was all.

“I’ve got my head in the game. I’ll handlethis.”

Hunter gave a single bow, then got to hisfeet and made his way toward the door.

“Don’t ever question me again,” Smokeysaid.

Hunter smirked. “The moment I stopquestioning you is the day I give back my leather cut.”

Chapter Three

Harlow liked Raven. The woman didn’t takeany shit from anyone. She was tough as old boots, hard as a fuckingrock. A mystery. Rarely smiled, but a mother of twins. For a longtime,Harlow had neverseen her in a dress, and then as if stepping into some kind ofdream twilight land, she was wearing dresses and skirts, and ofcourse looking like a perfect mommy.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Ravenasked.

Harlow wasn’t a fool. Raven was close toAva, or at least as close asshe would ever get to anyone. Over the past couple of yearsthat she’d been working at the bakery, she had noticed changes toRaven. Like her brother, Harlow had a knack for finding people, butalso, seeing patterns, changes, and putting two and two together,and coming up with a perfect four.

She looked at Raven and knew something wasgoing down. Raven wasn’t in a dress or a skirt. Her hair was tied back, and her jacketshowed that she was carrying. She’d witnessed this with most of theHell’s Bastards MC.

“I want to ask you a question,” Harlowsaid.

Maybe with Raven distracted on a protectiondetail, it would make her life easier in asking these questionsabout her rent. She was getting tired of starving and beingcold.

Raven looked toward her. “Ask away.”

“Do you know the basic rental cost?” Harlowasked.

“Huh?”

“I was just wondering and thinking aboutthe future and as much as Ilove baking, which I do, I have to think ofretirement.”

“You’re not even twenty-oneyears old yet,” Ravensaid.

She waved her hand in the air. “Yeah, andlook how fast these last few years have come andpoof, vanished.What would you say is a good rental agreement on an apartment withone bedroom, a kitchen, no dining room, small toilet, shower, and aliving space that can take a two-seater chair? Drafty, and at timesmight have a rat problem and a roach problem?”

There, that wasn’t so bad.

Raven frowned. “What? You’re thinking of buying a place withall those things?”

“Maybe.”

“It should be condemned. Getting a high price on rent would benear impossible. The landlord should be offering his apartments ata rival price, where people are begging to live there because it’sso cheap.”

“Oh.” Fuck! She knew it. The landlord wastaking her for a fool, and she’d been paying that stupid price.

“Harlow, what is going on?” Raven asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.Just, you know, randomquestions that enter my brain. Like if you had to choose whetheryou’d rather have sex with a shark or a gorilla?” Harlow didn’thave a clue what she was saying.

Raven frowned. “What?”

“See, random crap that enters my brain. Howare your two little angels?”

Ah, a safe subject. Raven got up from herseatand watching thedoor, she walked over to her. She started to show off the cutepictures of her little twin girls.

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