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Chapter Five

Shasta

I was on the longest road trip of my life. We’d driven through the night, stopping only to get food, go to the bathroom, and stretch our legs here and there. Once we crossed the Texas border, I finally felt able to breathe.

“Which way should we go?” I questioned, looking at the crossroads we were at.

Ramona shrugged. “I’ve never seen real snow before. Maybe we can drive north?”

“North sounds great,” I replied, my foot feeling not heavy enough to get the gas pedal moving. My anxiety was through the roof, and I knew that I needed to ditch the car before going much further.

We drove through several small towns in Oklahoma before reaching Kansas.

“Kansas?” she asked, obviously exhausted from our two-day trek.

“Yeah, we need to ditch the car.”

“Smart,” she said, her smile widening further when I pulled into the shifty looking used car lot.

I needed a place like this to get rid of my vehicle.

A seedy looking man in a suit came out all smiles.Dude, I see right through you.

“How can I help you two beautiful ladies today?”

“I need to ditch the car,” I told him. “I’m running from an ex and my car is going to get me killed if I keep it.” I produced the paperwork I had for the vehicle. “Can I trade it in for something similar?”

His shifty smile made my skin run cold.

“Look, dude, before you go into some spiel about me needing a certain type of vehicle, one that is below what my car is worth, don’t. I just want a working car that I can trade in for my current vehicle. I’ve done my research. It’s worth ten grand.”

He nodded. “I may have something around here that can work.”

Following him across the lot, he led me over to a little black corvette. “This runs good, and I bet you two will look real pretty behind the wheel,” he said, patting the side of the car.

“Let me take it for a spin, and then we’ll start talking.

The moment I sat behind the wheel and turned the key, I knew this baby was mine. One test drive, a swift check of the vehicle’s Carfax, and a shit ton of paperwork later with the biggest putz in all of used cars salesmen history, we were driving away in our new getaway car, exhausted from a very long afternoon.

The second we hit the road again, I felt like it was me and Ramona against the world—aThelma and Louiseof today’s time, both of us ready to find our forever home somewhere up north where there was snow and no fucking bikers. This car probably would suck in the snow, but at that moment I didn’t care.

All I wanted was to put the top down, let the wind take my hair on a wild ride, and put enough dust between me and Texas to hide me from the Lewd Outlaws forever.

Chapter Six

Clash

“So, who’s going to call the first Church without Sabbath?” I asked, looking around the room. None of my brothers were interested in the Prez’s spot, maybe because only one of us should have it.

But fuck that shit. I’m just as capable of stepping up in the club as he is.

“Snyder should,” Ranger exclaimed.

Snyder’s pathetic head looked up from the beer he was drinking and shrugged. “Clash can be Prez. I don’t give a fuck.”

Beaming, I faced my brothers, chest puffing out, ready to take on the role I was born for.

“No, fuck that!” Skid exclaimed. “You’ve been running this club behind the scenes forever, Snyder. If anyone should be Prez, it’s you.”

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