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Diesel's laughter was deep and rumbling.

"Exactly."

I smiled, feeling like I was finally letting my guard down.

Crazy, isn't it? That it was around a trio of guys that would normally make me hold my breath if I passed them on the street.

Life was changing.

I hoped it was for the better.

I really need it.

Chapter

Two

Fucking assholes!

I joined the Savage Kings because I liked the guys. They were fun to be around. Being a prospect?

Hell.

Fucking hell.

Being at the whim of someone else?

It reminded him too much of his time in the Army.

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

Jump, sir?

How high, sir?

Oh, I can't date your daughter, sir?

Well... I'd been there, done that, and had the mother fucking t-shirt!

When my contracted years of service ran out?

I walked away, determined to live by my own rules.

That didn't last more than a couple of years.

And all of the crazy aversion to rules was replaced with a need to belong somewhere.

But aside from the hell that was following everyone's orders while I was a prospect, as soon as I slipped on the leather cutwith the Savage Kings colors embroidered on the back of it, I'd felt something I hadn't felt for most of my life.

I felt like I belonged.

The only other time I'd felt like that was...

Was with a woman I was never going to see ever again.

Not only was she several hundreds of miles away, she was married.

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