Page 5 of Concede

Chapter 4

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I’m checking out my butt in the mirror of the dressing room.

“Try these!” Dani slings three more pairs of jeans over the top of the door.

“Thanks!” I call out as I shimmy out of the cut off shorts, she insists I get because my legs look “hot as fuck.” Those were her exact words. No filter on this one.

Dani steps into the dressing room next to me.

“So, what is the club?” I ask as I squeeze my ass into some jeans, I have no business wearing.

“It’s the Knights of Paradise. You know, a motorcycle club.” Her voice muffles as she pulls a shirt over her head.

“Like they just meet up once a month and ride motorcycles or something?” I ask.

She snorts. “Funny, T.”

T? I guess I have a nickname now. What is it with the names?

“No really,” I say with a light laugh.

“It’s more than that. It’s a family. A brotherhood. They work together down at the shop and have other businesses in town. They basically run this place.”

“Oh okay. What is the clubhouse? Like where they hang out?” I toss the jeans I pulled off in the “not a chance” pile.

“Yeah, it’s on the outskirts of town. It’s a pretty big place, so a lot of them live there most of the time. Or they just have their own rooms when they want to stay.” She huffs when her phone rings.

“Yes, Dom.” I hear through the wall.

“Daniella, are you behaving?” I can hear my brother's voice on the other end.

“Yes. We are shopping right now. I’m getting this girl some decent pants.”

Decent?

I glance down at the jeans in my hand and shrug as I put my clothes back on. I hear mumbling from his end of the line followed by Dani telling him to calm down and get laid.

Ew.

We finish getting dressed and make our way to the front. I ended up picking the shorts, two new pairs of skinny jeans, and four new t-shirts. I caved and bought a new handbag and sunglasses too. Peer pressure is a real thing.

After our shopping spree we picked up a pizza and went back to the apartment. We climbed up on the couch with the large pizza box between us.

“So…. where do you live?” I ask before taking a bite of my slice.

“Well, my mom and I usually stay at our house in town, but we stay at the clubhouse a lot. My brother is the president.” She takes a bite and cheese strings from her mouth.

“Cool,” I nod.

“Yeah, your brother is the vice president,” she says as she grabs the cheese from her chin.

“Oh really? He hasn’t said much about what he does.”

She shrugs. “So what was your school like?”

“Prison.”

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