Page 23 of Three Little Words

“Could be.” Bradley put a hand on my shoulder again. I let it stay there this time. “She’s pissed because we’re moving in on her territory. But she’s kinda sabotaging herself, you know? She won’t work with any of the bikers around here.”

“Really? That’s good money.” Zoe frowned.

“Yeah. I dunno why.” I shrugged, standing up. “I’m—I’ll be back.”

“You’re not going after her, are you?” Bradley tightened his hold on my shoulder.

“What? No. I need to go for a walk. I think I’ll hit Bakeology.”

“Okay. Just, text if you want the rest of the day off. We can handle it here.”

I nodded. “Will do. I’ll probably be back.”

And I grabbed my shit and left.

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