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The event was geared towards raising a lot of money for a little girl named Hope, who needed five surgeries immediately due to the trauma she had endured at the hands of her stepfather.

“Why didn’t he ask me to go?” I hadn’t realized I had said that aloud.

“He never asks me to go anywhere with him. I…. I haven’t even been on the back of his bike.” I said again, not meaning to.

The fact that he knew today was my day off and he didn’t ask me to go with him, that stung, no, that didn’t sting, that freaking hurt.

I walked over to Gavel and took out Xander’s sub. Just the thought of eating anything now, well, it made my stomach hurt.

Softly, I asked, “Would you give this to Xander when he gets back?”

I didn’t wait for him to reply after he took the sub out of my hands.

I felt their eyes on me as I walked out of the clubhouse, feeling... defeated.

‘The pain of inaction stings longer than the pain of incorrect action.’

– James Clear.

Chapter 11

Xander

“Hey, what did Nola get into today?” I asked Tempie.

“Wait, what do you mean? What did Nola get into today? She went with us.” Ophelia asked with a confused expression.

Wolf shook his head, “Umm, no, she didn’t. The back of Xander’s bike was empty on the way up there, and it was empty on the way back.”

I nodded, “That’s why I’m asking what she got into today, she didn’t have classes, and she didn’t have to work today.”

“Hey, Xander, Nola brought that by around lunch time.” The prospect said as he laid something in brown parchment on the top of bar.

That’s when it hit me.

All at once.

I was a fucking dumbass.

I shook my head, then tagged my keys and started for the doors of the clubhouse.

I needed to talk to her.

Just then, a loud bang rocked the clubhouse.

I dove to the ground as I reached behind me and pulled out my 9mm.

I took everyone in.

Kettle was hunched over Soraya.

Saint was protecting Ophelia.

Merlin was protecting Tempie.

And then shots rang out.

I heard a few mutteredfucks.

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