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“Okay…can you not be yourself around your girls?” I ask.

She glances over at the bar and then back down to her lap. Finally! I see it, but is it regret, fear, or sadness? I can’t read her expression. What I do know is she’s hiding something.

Yep, she’s definitely hiding something.

She finally answers me. “Yeah, to an extent. We all live completely different lives. I travel with DJing so much that I’m always gone. I don’t really belong anywhere. It’s lonely sometimes.”

Intrigued, I turn my upper body toward her.

“Don’t you DJ with your man? How can it be lonely?” I ask, confused.

She snaps her head back, looking at me with irritation. “I don’t want to talk about him. It’s complicated.”

Damn okay!

I finish my beer.

Raydene leans close, whispering, “So you don’t have a girlfriend? Or ol’ lady?”

My body turns tight. I’m getting whiplash from her mood change. At least she knows the club language.

“Fuck no.” I chuckle.

Needing to change the subject and lighten the mood, I ask about her music. Her facial expression instantly changes like the sun just shined down on her.

She perks up and says enthusiastically, “I fucking love making people feel good through my music.”

“I love music too,” I reply with a smile.

She stares at me for a beat. “Really? What kind?”

I laugh. “What? Bikers can’t enjoy music? I love all kinds of music.”

Raydene looks around the room and says, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I know everyone likes music…” She pauses, looking back over at me. “It’s the look you had when you said it. It’s like you like music…like…how I like music.”

I study her face.

“How do you like music?” I tease with a smirk.

“Like, I can’t live without it. I live and breathe music,” she answers seriously.

“Huh. Well, Snow is one of the Spin It girls, so I guess we live and breathe music too.”

Maze yells from the bar. “Cheers, biatches.”

Vi hollers, “Hell yeah. Let’s go dance!”

It’s like they knew what we were talking about.

Raydene’s eyes light up even brighter. “Do you got any candy?”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re pretty fucked up now. Do you really think you need it?”

She leans into my ear. “I want to feel numb. Don’t make me ask you again.”

I chuckle. “Okay, let’s go.”

Two hours later, we’re upstairs on the second floor that we turned into the club. It has a bar, a stage with a pole, and lounge seating all around.

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