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However, first I had to find my girl, apologize, and beg her to give me another chance.

Bowie clicked on his turn signal before pulling around to drive through the gates, which were already opening for us.

“Home sweet home,” Bowie muttered, driving through them, and heading for a parking space just outside the main doors. “What you doin’ today?”

“Watching the mayor’s mansion and workin’.” I told him, eyebrows furrowing when I saw the clubhouse doors fly open and Cara come stomping outside, followed by Cash.

“What the fuck’s goin’ on there?” Bowie murmured, stopping the engine, and nodding toward them.

“God knows,” I replied, throwing my door open. “They’re always arguing about somethin’.”

“Not getting’ involved,” Bowie said, climbing out of the car and giving Cash a chin lift before walking past the couple toward the clubhouse.

Sliding out of the passenger seat, I closed the door behind me and headed the same way as Bowie. My stomach felt jittery and my fingers tremored slightly as I ran a hand through my hair.

As I approached Cara, she spun around to face me.

“What did you do to Freya?” she demanded in a whisper-shout.

My head reared back slightly. “What do you mean?”

Cash shook his head, his mouth tightening into a thin line. “She took off about a half hour ago. Said she’s goin’ away for a few days. We assumed you’d pissed her off again.”

My steps faltered.

“You’re an asshole,” Cara snapped. “She was upset when she left so I know it’s because of you.” She shook her head. “Fucking biker shits. You’re all fuckers.”

“Hey!” Cash said, voice affronted.

Cara turned on him. “You’re the fucking worst of them all, though this one comes a close second.” She jerked her thumb at me. “One minute he’s all loved up, then next she’s running out of here like a bat out of hell, all upset. Jesus, Xan, we only just got her back.”

Cash’s eyes slid to me and he got up in my face, bumping my chest with his. “What the fuck did you do to my sister?”

I pushed him away from me. “I was an asshole, but I was just coming to apologize.”

“Fix it!” he snarled. “Or I’ll see ya in the fuckin’ ring. I told ya, treat her right and then you go and piss her off. What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

In that moment everything got to me. My love, fear, and guilt. Donovan, and how I had an overwhelming desire to take a baseball bat to his thick fucking head for even looking at my girl.

I bent over at the waist and let out a roar.

“At last, he gets it,” Cash muttered, looking me up and down.

Almost blindly, I stood to my full height again. “How long ago did she leave?”

“Minutes before you got here,” Cara snapped accusingly.

Cursing under my breath, I turned on my heel and stalked to the garage, trying to keep my head and my mind focused despite the turmoil swirling through me. My gut felt tight, like it was cramping, and my chest ached from the painful pounding of my heart.

I couldn’t think straight, the fact she’d left me screwed with my head. Freya wasn’t a quitter; she stood her ground and fought her corner.

Going to the counter, I grabbed my helmet and put it on before unhooking my keys from the wall full of ‘em and putting on some leather gloves. Then, I went straight to my brand-new customized British racing green, Harley Davidson Nightster and began to walk it to the doors.

If Freya Stone thought she was leaving me, she was about to get a big ole shock.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Freya

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