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“For the record, I’m clean!” he hollered.

I knew he was. The dude was heartbroken and depressed, just like Piper. They truly were made for each other.

The next time I called Cobra, he’d better have good news for me.

Next stop… Vegas.

Because what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and Sin City is about to meet the wildest and most troublesome Knight.

25

Pyro

Two weeks ago, I made the decision to fight for Piper. I’d stewed for a couple of days after Spectre had come to my house. His words had hit a chord,“If you don’t go make up with her, it will be your greatest mistake.”

I already had many regrets in my life. I didn’t want to add another one.

Singe stared at me like I’d grown an elephant’s trunk. “You want to buy the band’s bus and drive it to Fargo? What for?”

“Because I can’t live in Piper’s house. We need our own place.”

“Fuck, man. Are you trippin’ on some wild shit?” Flint asked.

“Fuck you. I’m clean!” I cut my gaze to Singe. “If you don’t want to sell it, let me borrow it until we figure out our living situation.”

“How do you know she wants to be with you?” Singe rubbed the back of his head.

“Because she loves me, and I love her.” Admitting my feelings was a lot easier than I thought it would be.

“Give him the bus,” Vapor said. “I’m happy for you. Love her like it’s the last day you’ll ever be with her, every goddamn day.” He teared up. Suri’s passing had hit him hard. I understood his heartache, having lost my sister.

“Take it,” Singe said. “Keep it as long as you need.”

I extended my hand to shake his. “Appreciate it.” I got to my feet. “I’ll be in touch.”

“You know, she wanted me first.” Flint just had to go there.

“But Ihadher first.”

“Touché.” Flint nodded in defeat. “Don’t let her go again.

“Never.” I just hoped she gave me a second chance.

“Well, get out of here and go get your girl.” Singe tossed a set of keys at me. “We’ve got to get to the recording studio. Baz and Jewel are waiting for us.”

“Fill them in for me, okay?”

“Will do.” Singe hugged me, then the others took a turn.

By this time next week, I’d be rolling into Fargo with one goal: to get Piper back. I didn’t know what to do for work, but I wouldn’t worry about it today. I needed to get home, pack up my life, and get behind the wheel of the black bus I’d driven dozens of times when I had tagged along with the band. They needed a driver and couldn’t afford one, and I had wanted to live vicariously through them. I had wanted to experience the life of a rock star but didn’t want to actually be one.

Maybe I could give the MC life a fair shot as I had the rock star life.

I had nothing to lose and everything to gain—like a biker princess.

My hands itched to touch her. My teeth ached for my next fix.

Piper was an addiction I couldn’t give up, but a healthy one. She stabilized me. Gave me something positive to live for.

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