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Life wasn't that easy for him. Hell, life wasn't that easy for anyone.

Somehow, she got lucky, and all the sunshine ended up in her yard.

He walked back into the building, forcing Daisy Hill out of his mind. She'd be better off hanging around someone who wouldn't drag her down.

Dio whistled. "We land in Seaglass Cove, and babes start falling out of the fucking sky at your feet, Bane. I don't get it."

"Shut the fuck up." He walked straight toward the tool bench and picked up the automatic nail gun.

"The first party we have, I vote to let that chick in with all her friends." Cord held a two-by-four under the beam for Bane. "We haven't had time to sit back and have some fun since we voted to move the club to the coast. That was almost nine months ago."

"You're not inviting her." He held the gun up and popped a nail through the wood. "Or, her friends. They're not the type of women to come to a Havlin party."

"No one is our type. Until they are." Cord chuckled. "That doesn't stop them from wanting to have a good time with us."

He nailed the rest of the frame. Behind him, Rush and Link put up one side of the sheetrock. Tomorrow, Wire, a licensed electrician and a member of Havlin MC, will install the electrical wires. By the end of the week, they hoped to have the place inspected so they could set up shop.

Most of the members worked outside jobs. But the club, together, kept the motorcycle shop open. Hell, with as many bikes as they all had, the members kept the business booming. Because of their knowledge, they all took turns working in the shop for local customers and dealing with packaging and shipping for online orders.

The online orders allowed them to settle down wherever they wanted. Seaglass Cove appealed to most members, and Jagger made it happen by purchasing the old bus garage.

Once they settled, they'd start running security for businesses around the coastline. That always brought bigger bucks in for the members.

It was a good time to split from the mother club and start a chapter on the coast. As vice president, he trusted Jagger and the members who signed on. They were the closest thing he had to a family.

He never knew his mom. She'd abandoned him in the hospital. The state took over his care, shuffling him around to different foster homes. He was lucky if he spent a whole year at one house.

All he had was the MC. He had no use putting down roots. All he needed to do was keep his Harley running.

Chapter Five

Wow by Post Malone played over the Bluetooth speaker out onto the patio. Daisy pushed the ignition on the propane barbecue. The salty air cooled her face off from the initial blast of heat from the flames.

She returned inside the duplex and formed two hamburger patties, planning on putting the extra one in the fridge and eating it tomorrow. Returning to the patio, she put the burgers on the grill and shut the top.

Her stomach growled. Leaving the sliding door open, she went inside and cleaned the lettuce, cut the tomato, and put mayo on the bun. Then, she opened a bag of potato chips.

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