Page 3 of May 11

The two men stood beside each other. With the light from the store behind them, it was impossible to see their features. It looked as if they held onto each other.

"Are you good?" he asked.

Caught off guard by his concern, she pressed her phone to her chest. "Yes."

"Thanks for watching out for my brother."

"I hope he'll be okay," she whispered.

She groaned silently. That was such a stupid thing to say. The man was shot. There was nothing right about the whole situation.

"He'll be fine." The man then spoke quietly, too low for her to hear. Then, louder, he said, "Can I talk to you tomorrow when it's light out?"

The hair on her neck prickled. "About what?"

"About what happened tonight."

"I didn't see anything." She wrinkled her nose. "I only heard the gunshot."

"You didn't see who was here?"

She had. But she couldn't tell him any details. It'd been dark.

"I don't know who it was."

"My name's Wire. You have my phone number. Give me a call tomorrow if you remember any details, okay?"

She nodded and then realized he couldn't see her. "Okay."

The two men slowly walked to the motorcycle. It was apparent the man who was hurt was unable to do much but sit on the seat.

As they rode off, she quickly shut the window, locking it and pulling down the blind. There was going to be no sleep for her.

She grabbed her phone and checked the time. One o'clock in the morning.

Her chest squeezed, and she plopped onto the bed. Of course, it was after midnight, and a new day had started.

May 11th was never kind to her.

Her older brother—a brother who had no idea she existed—disappeared on May 11th.

Last year, her parents were killed on May 11th.

Now, she'd witnessed an attempted murder on May 11th.

She groaned. There was nobody else around for her to say what was on her mind.

She was alone. Again.

"Happy birthday to me," she whispered.

Chapter Two

RUSH SLIPPED HIS ARM back into the sleeve of his vest with a groan. Wire sat at the table in the clubhouse with his arms crossed. The white bandage around his MC brother's bicep stood out from the dark clothing.

"I'll be fine in a few days." Rush took another drink from the whiskey bottle in front of him.

"You're lucky all you lost was a chunk of fat," muttered Wire.

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