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“Do you care?”It’s bratty, but damn, I’m angry.

Blowing out a breath, he straightens, placing his hands on his hips.“I don’t want to play games with you.There’s nothing between me and Georgina and there hasn’t been for a very long time.I know having her around stirring shit up hasn’t been easy for you.”I feel a burst of rage rising inside me.That’s an understatement.Kitty said he made it clear to Georgina there wasn’t going to be anything happening between them, but she hasn’t gotten the message.Maybe he should be telling her this, not me.

“Hasn’t been easy, is putting it mildly,” I bite.I want to hold her under water until her lungs burst.

“I told you we’ve met before.”He points his finger to me and then himself.“But there’s more to it.”My heart picks up its pace, my palms sweating.“I knew your dad.”

Thud.“How?”

“I want to tell you a story, and you need to listen, okay?The parts about you, you can’t repeat to anyone.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a reputation to uphold.”He quirks a brow, and I snort.

“Big, bad biker?”I mock, throwing his words back at him.

“Exactly.”He pulls his chair around to face me, taking my hand in his.“You were thirteen when I first saw you…”

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CALLAN

Thirteen years ago…

“We should do Vegas.”Cutter sucks on a blunt and blows the smoke into Richie’s face.These fuckers are going to be the death of me.

“I’m going to break your fucking jaw if you keep blowing that shit in my face.You know I have to pee in a cup twice a week for my probation officer.”Richie wafts a hand in the air to clear it.

“Why do you think I’ve been roofying your drinks?”Cutter flicks the blunt at him, the orange ambers sparking across his shirt before it falls to his boot and he stomps on it.

Fists fly, and I grab Cutter by the hair that he finally grew long enough to tie back.“Quit this shit.”I jerk my head to the bike coming our way.

“Why the fuck does the pres want you meeting with this prick anyway?”

“I don’t ask questions when the order comes from the top—and neither should you.Wait by the gas station.I’ll be done quick.”

“Then Vegas?”Cutter asks.

“You only turn eighteen once, man,” Richie pipes in.

“Good luck telling your bitch you’re off toLustVegas for a weekend.”Cutter snorts.Richie gives him a one-finger salute as they start walking away.Cutter’s not wrong.Georgina is the most jealous woman I’ve ever known.She’ll cut his balls off.Not that I’ll be going.My old man said I’d be more involved with the club over the next few years.He wants me as his VP, but I have to earn that honor.

The Devil Skull Rider’s VP pulls up, killing his engine.He has a girl with him.When she climbs from the bike, I realize she’s a kid.Auburn hair falls in waves as she takes off her helmet.I cross the street and overhear him telling her to go get herself something from the store.She snorts when he hands her a twenty.

“I have to buy for Harley too.Double it.”Her green eyes narrow as her brows raise.I have to hold back a laugh.The kid is feisty.Biker brat through and through.Her attitude is just like my kid sister’s.

“Here, kid.”I pull a couple twenties from my pocket and hold them out.She wastes no time snatching them from my hand.

“You won’t get change.”Her old man guffaws as she skips off, poking her tongue out at him.

“She’s got spirit.”I chuckle.

“I call her Rogue.Never known a kid like her.She’s older than her time and more like me than I care to admit.”He looks me up and down.“Speaking of kids who are like their old man…” My whole life people have stated how much I resemble my dad.He’s a good-looking bastard, so I have no complaints.“You got something for me?”

Checking our surroundings, I pull the envelope from my inside pocket and hand it to him.

“If this intel is good, tell your pres we’ll owe him.”

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