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I started to sweat. “Like what? Drugs?”

Angel shrugged. “Drugs. People having sex out in the open. Fights. You know, that kind of thing.”

I most certainly did not know. But I didn’t want to seem like a total square, so I simply swallowed hard as I processed this new information. “Um, okay.”

“If you’re uncomfortable at any point in the evening or you've had too much to drink, you can come find me and I’ll take you home. I’m not drinking at the moment, so I’ll be your sober taxi.”

My eyes left the road for a second as I glanced in her direction. “I know it’s none of my business, but why aren’t you drinking?”

Angel smiled from ear to ear. “I’m pregnant,” she revealed, joy radiating from her whole being. “I just found out last month!”

“Oh my God, Angel! That’s amazing news! I’m so happy for you,” I said, and truly meant it. I couldn’t think of anyone better suited to becoming a mother than the woman riding beside me.

Her eyes filled with happy tears. “Thank you. I haven’t told many people yet. It’s still so early. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to anyone.”

I nodded vigorously. “I won’t tell a soul. Promise.”

Twenty minutes later, we pulled off the main road onto a dirt one that led to a large gate. Idling up to it, Angel rolled down her window and spoke to the biker manning it. Immediately, the structure opened and I was waved on.

“You’re going to love it here,” Angel assured me, a bright smile gracing her lips. “The guys are going to love you as well.”

That statement both thrilled and terrified me. My heart skipped a beat or two as I wondered if I had what it took to hang with bikers. Oh well. It was too late to back out now. I was here. And, for better or worse, I was about to experience my first MC party in the flesh.

Chapter 7

Buse, Nevada

Bishop

I knocked on my Brother Pipe’s bedroom door and the man shouted for me to enter.

As I stepped into the dim space, I glanced around at all the whirring and flashing lights that came from his mountain of computer equipment.

When he saw me, the enigmatic biker smiled and leaned back in his ergonomic chair. “Look who it is. The man of the hour. You looking forward to your party tonight, stud?”

“Yeah,” I lied, running a hand through my still-damp hair.

Pipe chuckled. “I hope you lied to the Feds better than you lied to me just now, Bishop.”

I let out a sigh. “Is it that obvious?”

Pipe shrugged. “I’ve done time myself. I know what you’re going through. It gets better,” he offered. “But I’m not going to lie to you, man, you never totally forget it.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I could tell it was also the truth. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Pipe studied me as I lowered myself into the empty seat beside him. “What’s up?”

Nervously, I fiddled with a flash drive disguised as a highlighter that was resting on his desk. “I need to find someone.”

I wasn’t one to share much about myself and I thought my Brother could relate. Hell, I knew next to nothing about the man and I’d been in the same Club as him for years.

“I thought you might be able to help me,” I ended succinctly.

Plucking the flash drive out of my hands, Pipe transferred it out of my anxious reach. “Who are you looking for?”

I cleared my throat. “A girl. Her name’s Evelyn Wild.”

Pipe’s brow corked up with interest. “You want her number? Or something more?”

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