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Maybe these kids see a reflection of their own struggles in me.

But that doesn’t mean I know how to help them—hell, I’m still trying to figure out how to help myself.

CHAPTER TWO

Shiver

The endless Montana sky stretches out before me, a canvas of deep blue painted with wisps of white clouds.

It's a stark contrast to the neon-drenched Las Vegas Strip we left behind.

As our bikes rumble down the highway, I can't help but feel a sense of relief washing over me.

The open road, the crisp clean air—it's a welcome change of scenery.

"Fuck me, would you look at that view," I call out to Kade and Cobra, my voice carrying over the roar of our engines.

Kade, riding point, throws a glance over his shoulder. "Beats the hell outta the desert, don't it?"

I nod, even though he can't see me.

The serene plains, hills, and endless farmland pierce the horizon.

It's breathtaking, in a way that makes my chest feel tight.

For a moment, I allow myself to imagine this is just another club run— maybe we're heading up to Sturgis for the rally, or taking a scenic route to visit another charter.

But reality crashes back in as I catch sight of Cobra's grim expression in his side mirror.

This ain't no pleasure cruise.

We're here on business, and not the kind that ends with hookers and blow.

We’re here to figure out what the fuck Sally Bernard is doing with Boomer, and to hunt her malicious ass down.

I shout, leaning in closer to Kade as we round a bend. "How much further to Billings?"

"'Bout another hour," he replies, his voice gruff. "You gettin' saddle sore, prospect?"

I snort, shaking my head. "Nah, just wonderin' if my dick's gonna fall off from the cold before we get there."

Cobra barks out a laugh behind me. "Quit your bitchin', little buck. This ain't even cold yet."

"Easy for you to say," I retort. "You got all that blubber to keep you warm."

"Fuck you," Cobra shoots back, but there's no real heat in it.

This kind of shit-talking is how we cope, how we keep the tension at bay.

He has put on twenty or so pounds since he’s been with Izzy, but it suits him.

As we continue down the highway, my mind wanders back to Vegas.

There’s so much shit going on back home, and that’s why we’re here—to get answers.

For fuck’s sake, I hope we find Sally or Boomer while we’re up here.

Sera could have died.

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