Page 1 of Kyle

CHAPTER ONE

Kyle—

My tires crunch across the gravel parking lot of the Evil Dead MC clubhouse. It’s an old red-brick warehouse buried in the back of an industrial park on the wrong side of San Jose. No one ever comes here who doesn’t belong.

I back my motorcycle in among my club brother’s bikes, drop the kickstand, and swing my leg over.

Marcus, TJ, and Billy stand outside, smoking.

I dig a pack of smokes out of my cut and dip my head to light up. Sucking in a lungful, I feel the tingle as the nicotine floods through my bloodstream.

“Where’s Rafe?” Billy asks.

I shrug. “Keeping track of my brother isn’t my job.”

TJ huffs a laugh. “Since when? You’ve been like his watchdog for the past couple years.”

“Not lately,” I snap.

“Heard that chick moved in with him,” TJ muses. “How’s that goin’?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I mutter. “The last thing I want to do is get involved in my brother’s love life.” Especially since I’ve become obsessed with his girl.

We met her at the same time, but Rafe beat me to the punch. Like I always do, I let him win, not even bothering to give him any competition. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Sutton. I did. And the way she’d looked at me, I think she was interested. But Rafe swooped in, and I didn’t want to get in his way.

“Who the fuck’s that?” Billy mutters beside me, drawing my attention toward a silver Mercedes turning in the lot.

“Why does that car look familiar?” I say under my breath.

It comes to a stop on the other side of our line of bikes. The window slides down and a cool blonde who looks in her mid-forties stares at us.

“She’s probably lost,” TJ mutters, lifting a chin at me. “Find out what she wants.”

I toss my smoke and amble toward the car, then dip my head and give her a grin. “Can I help you, darlin’? You lost?”

Her eyes hit the club emblem over the door. “No. This is the place. I need to speak with your president. Is he here?”

Her reply throws me, and I glance at TJ. “She wants your ol’ man.”

He grinds his cigarette under his boot and opens the clubhouse door a foot, sticking his head inside.

Billy joins me at the car. “What’s the problem?”

While he’s talking to her, I wander to the back of the car and check the plates. NTGUILTY.

Shit.I immediately realize why this car looks familiar. I gesture to the plate, and Billy strolls over, his eyes following. We exchange a look.

“The club’s attorney?” he whispers.

I lift my chin toward the driver’s seat. “Must be his widow.”

“What the fuck’s she doing here?” Billy asks.

Cole pushes out the door and stops in his tracks when he spots the car. Then he approaches, his hands going to the doorframe of the open window as he leans down.

“Joselyn. I heard about Harry. I’m sorry for your loss. He was a good attorney.”

“They killed him, Cole,” she replies, pushing her shades up to reveal brown eyes and fake lashes.

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